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Dog Days

By: jmleblanc3



It was one of those brutally hot, humid summer days in New England, the kind that are commonly referred to as "dog days" around here. I had just finished my shift at the rehab. It had been a long day full of groups to give, lectures to speak, and endless counseling sessions. 

Don't get me wrong, I normally love my job, but that day it seemed as though I didn't come across a single soul who was serious about their sobriety. Most days I run into one or two addicts who are just damn tired of a life in constant turmoil, and of being in a state of unconsciousness. 

But not that day. 

For whatever reason, the place was full of court issued addicts and addicts trying to appease intervening family members. It's not as though I don't know what it's like, what they're going through. I do. I used to be among the addicted, and there were times I was quite happy in that state of being. Or at least I thought I was. Eventually, though, I realized that even a train must stop, so to speak. I chose to do so, also. So, I can relate, but, that day it was wearing on me. Between that and the fact that the air conditioning wasn't cooling things down. I had truly had enough. So, I tied up what was left of my business, locked up the office and headed for the door.

It was still mid afternoon and the sun was shining bright. In what seemed like no time at all, I made it to my pick-up just across the parking area. A gush of heat blew into my face as I opened the door. I stood outside, letting the suffocating heat escape, then started the engine so the a/c could work its magic and cool that baby off. While I waited for my truck to feel less like the flaming pits of hell, I leaned against it and gazed at the pond that lay just below, breathing in the moist, hot, and humid air. My lungs were heavy, but it felt strangely nice. 

I climbed into my Chevy and put in one of my favorite Melissa Etheridge CD's before reaching for the rest of the joint I'd stashed in the ashtray a few nights back. With the AC blasting and the tunes filling my head, I started for home. I live and work in the small town of Plymouth. Well, it's not really that small, but it's subdivided. I happen to live in the southern end, in a fishing community called Manomet. I love the place. I live right on the shore, a mere minutes walk to the beach, where I have my morning coffee. But, on that day, I wasn't feeling much like going home. Like I said, it was a dog day, and I was sporting a nice high. So...I headed for one of my favorite beaches, which happened to be just across the bridge leading to Cape Cod. If you know New England, Massachusetts specifically, you know Cape Cod. It's a peninsula on the southeastern tip of the state, and it has one of the most beautiful landscapes - beaches, dunes, forests, and ponds. And the bluest skies imaginable. 

Anyway, I was nearly there, driving down the coastal roadway with my window down, taking in the ocean air as my blonde streaked, brown, shoulder length hair blew wildly about and I sang at the top of my lungs. What a great stress reliever. Soon, I pulled into the parking lot and found a perfect space in the shade of a huge tree. I couldn't believe my luck, and thought that just maybe my day was taking a turn for the better. I mean, I was high, I was hot, and I just could not wait to dive into the cool water. I grabbed the towel I kept in the back, and as I walked toward the beach, I could feel my body beginning to relax already.

The place was empty, which was perfectly fine with me, because I forgotten to grab my suit. As I walked through the dunes, I could feel the soft, warm sand between my feet. The sea breeze cooled me as I stripped down to my underwear. And when I say 'underwear', I mean panties. I never wear bras. 

The sun was burning hot, but if you know the water around here, you know that it is always a bit on the chilly side. For this reason, it is always advisable to jump in rather than slowly walking, if only to prevent last minute chickening out. I dove in and under, swimming through the choppy water until my body accustomed itself to the temperature. I wove in and out of the waves, and felt the exhilaration of it all overtake me. All of my stresses melted away in a moment's time, and I became one of the magnificent creatures of the ocean; one with nature, not a care in the world. 

This had to be heaven. 

Unfortunately, the frigidness of the water soon started to get to me, being of a slender build, I had no excessive fat to protect me from the cold and I swam hastily back to the beach and gathered my things. Then I walked over to the jetty, still almost naked and all alone. I was nowhere near ready to leave this pristine setting, though, so I found a smooth flat boulder to lay on. With my towel under my head and my feet dangling in the ocean, I basked in the dual feeling of the hot sun heating my body while the cool ocean washed over my legs. The combined sensation lulled me into a state of semi-consciousness, somewhere between wake and sleep. I don't know how long I remained like that, but when I came to, the sun had begun to set and a cooler breeze was blowing. And, more importantly, I was no longer alone. 

Startled and somewhat groggly, I glanced over to see the most beautiful woman sitting just a few stones down from me. She had long golden brown hair with vibrant red highlights that shone in the sun, and the greenest eyes I had ever seen. They seemed to match the color of the ocean. I was suddenly and somewhat embarrassingly aware of my current state of undress. I reached for the clothes that I'd carelessly tossed to the side, and she grinned as she held them towards me. 

"Looking for these?"

I felt myself blush as I reached out. "Yes, thanks." 

"Don't cover up for me darlin'. I've been watching you for a while now. You sure made that swim look inviting."

Now, I usually have no problem with a quick reply in any situation, but this woman took me by complete surprise. And the tone of her voice made it clear that I was in no way misunderstanding the pointed look in her eyes.

The only reply I could come up with was "Did you enjoy the show?" 

Standing before me now, wearing nothing but a bikini that enhanced her tanned, curvy body, she replied slowly. "Let me show you how much." 

And she did. She didn't waste a single second before she leaned over and kissed me.

Her lips were soft and warm. I reached over and caressed her cheeks, pulling her closer as I hungrily kissed her in return. Heat flooded my body. With her body hovering over me and our lips merged, I could feel the energy crackle between us. 

Reaching behind her, I untied her bikini and it fell away, leaving her firm round breasts exposed just for me. Cupping them in my hands, I gently squeezed her dark nipples. I was not surprised to find them hard and anticipating; responsive. Our mouths kissed passionately, hungrily, as if we were feeding on one another. Then, I slid my hands down her back and beneath her panties. I removed them quickly and grabbed her ass. I pulled her tight against my body, reveling. I love the softness and warmth of a woman's body against mine. It drives me crazy with desire.

Suddenly pulling away from my lips, this beautiful woman looked into my light brown eyes with naked passion radiating from her own as she moved her body up and down mine. She ground her hot, wet pussy into mine. I was on fire. My only conscious thought was how much I wanted to taste this sweet woman. And she must have read my mind, because she turned her body around so that her wet pussy was enticing my mouth. She was hot, and she was sooo wet. When my lips finally grabbed hold of her swollen clit and I began to suck, biting ever so gently, I could feel her entire body tremble. 

A deep moan escaped her throat. The heat between us had increased to such a degree that I knew I would explode from it, couldn't wait to explode from it. Suddenly, finally, I felt her mouth on my clit. She began licking me with long slow strokes while I continued to feed on her. I could feel my juices running down my thighs, and the smell of our sex was so intoxicating that my mind was thoughtless. The only things that existed were the sensations that I was experiencing at that moment . 

We ate each other into a frenzy while the ocean spilled all around us. Then, as if scripted, we came simultaneously; our body's spasms in sync, our moans audible for miles. I licked her thighs as she spilled her sweet juices, not wanting to waste a drop of her honey, then I pulled her around to lie on top of me as the ocean rose and a wave spilled onto our bodies. 

As she lay in my arms, I could feel her heart beating frantically. I held her close as it slowed, and then whispered in her ear. "Care for a swim?" 

She looked into my eyes, hers sparkling with satisfaction. She smiled and, pulled me up and we dove together into the water, naked, totally relaxed and eager to play. And play we did, until the sun dropped below the horizon and we could no longer bear the chill. Gathering our clothes from the jetty, we walked toward the parking area. There, I had the pleasure of drying her off with a towel I found in the truck. Too soon, though, we dressed and then kissed each other softly before saying our good-byes.

As I watched her walk back down the beach, I couldn't help but marvel one last time at the beauty of this woman. She eventually vanished from sight, and as I pulled the truck away I wondered if I'd ever see her again. 

Of course, she never did re-appear. Not that I'd really expected her to. But that doesn't stop the memory of this woman, this siren, who came and left so mysteriously, so deliciously into my day from being infused into my being forever.

Dog Days



 Author's note. I'd like to extend sincere thanks to two people who helped with editing this piece: TekNight and Screen. Thank you both for your contributions to making this story better. I know you said you didn't want credit, Screen, but you'll see from the final version you made a significant contribution. ;-) 

*

Tuesday afternoon in late August found Jess reclined in a chaise lounge on a tiny deck adjacent to the cottage. She was enjoying the panoramic view of the lake to the west and the marsh to the east. 

It was too hot to do much more than just sit. At least she was glad that she wasn't in the city for this heat wave. 

Jess was enjoying the peace and tranquility of being at the cottage again. She found it rejuvenating to be away from her hectic job, obligations, and city life in general. She hadn't looked at her blackberry in days. She'd been here alone for four days and her mind was finally starting to rest. 

She was thankful for the shade provided by the canopy over the deck. Thankful, too, for the breeze blowing off the marsh, which was only slightly cooler than the hot humid air, but at least the air movement over her skin helped somewhat.

She took a long satisfying drink from her glass of lemonade. The ice had melted and the glass was covered in beads of condensation -- evidence of the heat and humidity hanging in the thick August air. Dog days. The thought drifted lazily through her mind as she tried unsuccessfully to divert her attention away from the heat. She wiped the condensation off the glass and spread it lightly over her face, neck and chest, taking pleasure in the momentary cool as the warm breeze blew across her damp skin. 

Being a weekday, many of the cottagers had gone home to the city for the workweek. There were always a small number of people that remained up north all week during the summer, but the mid-afternoon heat was keeping them off the docks. 

She was enjoying the solitude and observing the nature that was around her. At first glance, there didn't appear to be much to see, but a little patience always revealed a bounty of life teeming in the marsh. 

A great blue heron flew over the marsh from the south and disappeared beyond her view toward the north. A short time later, a bittern flew in and landed in a section of spongy ground in the middle of the marsh. She heard something splash near the south end of the marsh, where the jagged trees stood like guards, protecting the wildlife living there. 

Butterflies, bees, dragonflies, and an array of other insects buzzed around in the tall grasses and wildflowers. She watched the bumble bees visit the lush planters full of flowers around the edge of the deck. Even though there was an array of flowers, they favoured the white and yellow begonias. It was so quiet she could hear them buzz as they flew from flower to flower.

The heat, gentle breeze and the sounds of the insects slowly lulled her to sleep. 

Jess had a confused quasi-erotic dream. She'd been having a lot of those lately. It was full of disjointed imagery of nakedness and bodies writhing. She often awoke from these dreams feeling aroused and would sometimes masturbate to relieve the tension before she got up and started her day.

"Excuse me, Jessica?" Within her dream, she heard a deep sexy male voice from somewhere far off. 

Then she heard it again, closer, more clearly. "Jessica?"

She awoke with a start, and realized the sexy male voice was attached to a man, standing at the opening to the screened deck. She was surprised and a little flustered, with the confusion of waking from sleep, waking from a dream, to realize someone was right there, talking to her.

Her eyes focused and quickly scanned up the muscular body to the source of the voice. He was wearing dirty running shoes with short white socks and loose grey cargo shorts. His tanned muscular calves were lightly sprinkled with golden brown hair. He had on an old white t-shirt with a faded logo. It was dirty and sweaty, as if he had been working. Through the thin t-shirt, she could catch faint impressions of a tight abdomen and muscular shoulders. His tanned arms were a darker brown than his calves and also sprinkled with that golden brown hair. She was really enjoying what she was seeing: a sexy man standing in front of her as she has just awoken from another erotic dream. 

Her gaze continued to climb up to his face. Ruggedly handsome. Definitely younger than her. His short light brown hair was messy and sweaty, but looked like it had been styled that way. The skin on his face was tanned like his arms. He had an oval shaped face with a strong jaw, full lips, and piercing dark blue eyes. 

She stared into his eyes, confused. Her brows furrowed as she looked at him. She'd seen those eyes before. Where had she seen him before? She was sure she would remember this man if she'd seen him before. Then it occurred to her he had called her by name. How did he know her name?

After a few seconds of gawking at him, she spoke groggily, "Sorry. I must have fallen asleep." She glanced quickly at her watch. She'd probably slept a little over an hour. It was nearly 4:00 p.m.. She glanced back at him. He smiled sweetly at her, with affection. She tried to shake the dazed grogginess and figure how she knew this gorgeous man standing in front of her. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jessica, I didn't mean to startle you," he started apologetically, "It's just that I'm renovating the bathroom." He gestured toward the small cottage next door. "The water has been turned off and my dad said you'd be here this week and I might be able to use the bathroom over here."

Then it clicked. "Bobby?" she exclaimed with a combination of surprise and delight. He smiled broadly as realization crept into her face and a smile spread across her lips and jumped into her eyes, alighting the features on her face. Her gaze moved quickly over his body again, coming back to his eyes. He noticed the shift in her gaze and a knowing look came across his eyes for just a second. Looking the way he did, he'd probably gotten used to being checked out. "Oh my god, Bobby, look at you! You're...you're a man!" 

He laughed heartily and replied, "Well, yeah, people grow up in ten years." 

Bobby was the son of Bill and Debbie who owned the cottage next door, the only other cabin that shared the little ridge between the lake and the marsh where Jess' mother and stepfather's cottage was located. 

"Has it really been ten years since I saw you?" Bobby nodded. "Wow. You look amazing," she said a little too emphatically.

"So do you," he replied. He allowed his gaze to travel away from her eyes for the first time since she'd woken up and made eye contact. It occurred to her momentarily that she didn't know how long he'd been standing there before he'd woken her. His gaze scanned quickly down her body and back up again. She saw a look cross his eyes, only to be quickly replaced by a sweet smile. She'd seen that look in men's eyes before. He was better at being subtle about it than most men. 

She realized suddenly that he was getting a pretty good view of her, lying on the chaise in her skimpy light blue tank top with no bra and matching short skirt. It was too hot to wear much more, and besides, she'd thought she would be alone the entire week up here. 

She looked down at her body to make sure everything important was still covered. She was showing an ample amount of her large round breasts, but at least she hadn't shifted in her sleep causing anything to fall out embarrassingly. However, her slightly hard nipples were clearly visible. Obviously those could not be attributed to being cold. She pushed away images from her dream that were playing around the edges of her mind.

"How old are you now, Bobby?" she asked.

"Twenty-four," he replied, looking a little proud of himself, "and I go by Rob now. Aunt Edna is the only one who still gets away with calling me Bobby." 

Jess smiled remembering his mother's older sister, Edna: a woman who dressed and acted way older than she was, way too soon. Jess realized she hadn't seen Edna in nearly 20 years. She was probably 11 or 12 the last time she'd seen Edna. It struck her again, as it had recently, that she could now say she'd known people for 20 years. It made her feel old.

"Oh, sorry..... Rob." She said his name deliberately, trying it on for size. It seemed to fit him; although she still couldn't help associating him with the name Bobby. 

Images of an awkward, gangly 14-year-old Bobby sprang to her mind. She remembered him following her around like a lost puppy that summer. He'd grown several inches since the previous summer and was tall and thin and uncoordinated. His voice had been cracking from time to time as well. That was last time she'd seen him. She had been 20 years old then, on summer break from her second year of university. She had moved to Vancouver for her undergraduate and graduate studies. After second year she stopped coming home during the summers. 

Hearing her say "Rob" the way she did, he flashed that gorgeous, oh so grown-up, sexy smile of his. That certainly helped her to disassociate this person in front of her from images of an awkward 14-year-old boy. The look in his eyes was certainly not that of a boy.

"Well, I should apologize in advance in case I slip and call you Bobby again." Jess added, smiling.

"I'll forgive you, Jessica," he replied, smiling with his eyes. "So.... ten years. That must make you..." he said trying to estimate her current age.

"Yeah, I just turned 30," she replied ruefully, then added "and I'm still Jess. Jessica is so formal."

"Well you look awesome, Jess. If I didn't know, I'd never guess you were 30. I'm sure you still get carded, don't you?"

Jess smiled at the compliment, and laughed out loud, realizing it was true. She had been asked to show ID at the liquor store just a few weeks ago. 

"So, you wanted to use the bathroom, right?" He nodded, and she continued, "Go on in. You know where it is. The place hasn't changed much."

"Thanks," he said, as he turned toward the cabin. 

Before he stepped away, she added "Why don't you grab us a couple of beers or coolers or whatever you want from the fridge. I'm sure you must be boiling. You picked bad weather for renovating."

"Sure," he said, smiling. She watched his muscular shoulders, ass, and leg muscles move as he walked the couple of steps to the cabin door and disappeared inside. 

After the door closed, she lay back in the chaise. Memories came flooding in of summers at the cottage when they'd been kids. Since she was 6 years older than him, there had been too much of an age difference for them to be close friends. He constantly wanted to tag along with Jess and her sister, and since he was a sweet and considerate kid they didn't mind. When she had been 11 or 12, they had played with him a lot and included him in fun kid activities like catching minnows, crayfish and frogs in the marsh, swimming in the lake, or playing hide and seek. But as Jess got into her teenaged years, she started to think she was too cool to hang out with a little kid, too grown-up to do little kid stuff. She shook her head, embarrassed about not being nicer to him then. 

Looking at him now, he almost didn't seem like the same person--except for his eyes. His dark blue eyes had always been striking. They conveyed so much depth, even wisdom. More than you would expect from a typical 24-year-old guy. 

Mind you, Bobby had never been a typical boy. One of the aspects of being an only child was that he'd spent a lot of time conversing with adults. He had always been highly intelligent and inquisitive. His parents never talked down to him. They always tried to talk to him on their level and he was encouraged to ask about anything he didn't understand. Even as a child, he had often displayed wisdom beyond his years that astonished the adults. By the time he was 14, he was holding his own in adult discussions and debates. The term old soul popped into her mind. 

Rob came back out of the cabin door a few minutes later, carrying two Coronas with little slices of lime in the necks of the bottles. Condensation was already gathering on them. He handed one to her, smiling while he took the seat closest to her. She smiled at the lime in the bottle and said, "Thanks."

"Thank you," Rob replied. "They're your beers after all." She chuckled in response.

"I saw the limes on the counter and assumed they were for the Coronas," he said as she nodded, "or I guess they could go with the tequila, too." He added wagging his eyebrows comically up and down. 

Jess laughed and concurred. "Yes, that too."

Raising his bottle, he said "Cheers." She replied in kind and they both took a long drink from their beers. 

"Ahhhhhhh. That's good," he said, "It's hot as hell in there." He gestured to his family's cottage again.

"What are you doing in there?" she asked. 

"Dad and I already installed a new tile floor in the bathroom last week. Today and tomorrow, I'm adding a new toilet, sink, and shower. That's why the water is off right now. Thursday, a fresh coat of paint. Mom will be pleased when she gets here on Friday. She's hated that old bathroom since they bought the place, before I was born. She always said it was impossible to make it look clean no matter how much she scrubbed." He rolled his eyes but smiled affectionately nonetheless. 

"Wow. That's a lot of work. Would you like some help? I'm useless with plumbing, but I could certainly help with the painting."

"I couldn't impose. You're on vacation, aren't you?"

"No imposition. It would be fun," she assured him. "Besides I can't just sit around ALL week."

"Well I'd love the company," he said smiling. The way he said it, she sensed that he didn't mean company in general, but  her  company in particular.

"Hey, why don't you join me for dinner tonight?" Jess suggested, "I've got Angus striploin steaks and a nice shiraz."

"That sounds awesome," Rob replied with a bright smile, "but let me supply the wine. I've got something that would go great with steak." He added, smiling to himself, an unusual happy lightness entering his eyes. 

"Great," Jess smiled.

There was a moment of silence during which they just looked at each other. They both seemed as though they wanted to say something, but they both took another long swig from their beers instead.

"So have you moved back to Toronto for good?" Rob asked. 

"Yeah, I think so. I've been back about a year and a half. I love Toronto. I really missed it. And my family. Well you know; they're all in Ontario. I've only been up here to the cottage once, last summer. I missed it too. It was just hard to fly back too often when I was a poor student in Vancouver." She paused and he nodded. 

"This deck is a nice addition, don't you think?" Jess added.

Rob grinned knowingly. "Dad and I helped your mom and Ed build it." 

"Really? Well it's great. I love it." 

His smile beamed. "I'm glad you like it," he said genuinely.

"I just love sitting here, even more than being on the dock," she said. He grinned again, clearly happy that he'd contributed to something that pleased her. 

"Yeah, it's a nice place to watch the marsh," he concurred.

Another akward moment of silence passed between them. Rob looked like he was trying to decide whether to say something. 

"So...um....do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, feigning a disinterest with his voice that was contradicted by the look in his eyes. 

"No," she replied. "You? Girlfriend I mean. Or boyfriend. I guess you can't assume these days," she added smiling. He smiled too.

"No. No girlfriend." He paused, then added, "I'm single."

They both fell silent and something passed between their eyes. She looked at him inquisitively, appraising him, assessing possibilities. A fleeting shadow of lust passed over his eyes as he looked at her. But it was quickly replaced. Rob finished his beer, and Jess took another drink from hers. 

Rob suddenly looked down at himself, appraising his clothes. 

"Geez. I'm pretty dirty and smelly from working all day in the heat. I'm gonna go cool off." With that he jumped up and walked quickly down the hill toward the lake. 

Jess watched as he strode toward his dock, peeling off his sweaty t-shirt, revealing his lightly tanned, muscular back and shoulders. He dropped the t-shirt on the dock, stopped and kicked off his shoes without untying them, and peeled off his socks. 

She stood up and walked to the edge of the deck for a better view. She felt like a peeping tom, but she had a feeling that he knew she was watching him. 

From behind, she saw his elbows bend as his hands went to the fly of his shorts. The shorts dropped to the dock revealing white boxers. His thighs were as muscular as his calves. Her eyes roamed appreciatively all over the back of him. 

Rob took a few long quick strides and did a running dive off the end of the dock, slicing into the water cleanly, making very little splash. He displayed the confidence of someone who'd spent his life on this lake. 

Jess watched for some time and began to become slightly concerned because he didn't surface immediately. Finally, after several seconds, she saw him surface in the middle of the bay. She immediately felt relief, which was replaced by a sense of awe at how far he could swim and how long he could hold his breath. 

As he surfaced, he shook the water out of his hair and let out a "whoop"; something they had always done for fun as kids when they had dove into the water and the cold hit them. She smiled, remembering. She watched as he swam around out in the middle of the bay for a few minutes, diving under a few times and always coming up again some distance away.

He swam back toward his family's dock, doing the front crawl, with strong sure strokes. She watched his arm, chest and shoulder muscles flex as he pulled himself easily up out of the water onto their dock, which had no ladder. 

Jess' eyes widened as he straightened up. His white boxers were clinging to him in the most glorious way. Even from here she could see the thin white material had become translucent, revealing the hint of dark pubic hair, and the fabric clung to every curve of the bulge beneath it. 

Just then, Rob glanced up toward her cabin, and caught her watching him. He grinned broadly and waved. She blushed, but figured he was too far away to notice. She made a little wave back. He strode up the deck, grabbed his clothes and went into his cabin, smiling. 

Walking into her own cabin with the two empty beer bottles and the lemonade glass, the thought that had been dancing in the back of her mind since he woke her, came to full consciousness. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. It actually made her stop mid stride. She was attracted to him. She wanted him. Little Bobby. She wanted to fuck little Bobby. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the ridiculous idea. But it wasn't so ridiculous. He wasn't little Bobby anymore. No, he certainly wasn't. He was full-grown, sexy, old-soul-deep-blue-eyes Rob now. Judging from the way he'd looked at her and smiled at her, she figured the feeling was mutual. Well, this was an interesting turn of events. 

Jess quickly assessed herself. There was work to do before he came back for dinner, and she didn't know how long that would be. She peeled off her clothes and jumped in the shower. Since it was so hot, she set the water just barely above tepid. She enjoyed the cooling sensation of the water splashing over her skin for a moment, and then quickly went to work shaving her legs, underarms, and pubic area. 

She liked it shaved smooth, except for a small tuft above her mound. Since she hadn't had a lover for some time, she hadn't felt the need to keep up with regular maintenance. It was nice to have it all smooth again. She ran a finger over the smooth lips and a shiver ran through her. She slid her finger down between her pussy lips and smiled to herself discovering the slippery evidence of her arousal and attraction to him. 




Dog Days



She finished showering, stepped out, and slathered her body in a perfumed moisturizer. She slipped on a light blue thong and a short light green sundress with spaghetti straps and a deep plunging neckline, showing off ample cleavage. She deliberately did not wear a bra. 

She realized he might be coming back any minute. A shiver ran through her and her nipples got hard again. It was 29 degrees Celsius inside the cabin. 

While towel drying her long, dark brown hair, she heard the screen door close and heard Rob call tentatively into the cabin, "Hello....knock knock..."

Jess stepped out of the bathroom and into the cabin's main room, still toweling off her hair, replying playfully, "Who's there?"

Rob stopped short when he saw her. A look of dark hunger crossed his eyes as his gaze traveled over her body. She noticed his gaze lingered for a second on her hard nipples before returning to her face. The dark look was quickly replaced by a broad affectionate smile, but he wasn't so subtle that time. 

She looked him over, too. His hair was combed. His face was clean. He was wearing black shorts and a blue short-sleeve button down shirt. She detected the faint hint of his cologne.

"Who's there?" she repeated, waiting for him to pick up on the old childhood joke. Rob gaped at her with a questioning look in his eyes. She draped the towel over the back of a chair and ran her hands through her wet hair. He just watched her, silently.

"You're supposed to be telling a knock knock joke," she said, smiling, "you used to love those things." He finally got it and smiled back. 

"Oh," he said, smiling sheepishly. "Cabernet Sauvignon," he said, presenting the bottle to her, over his forearm with a little flourish, the way waiters did in fancy restaurants. 

He slipped off his sandals by the door, stepped forward toward her, and handed her the bottle he'd brought. She looked at the label. It read Clos Du Val 2000 Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon. Her brow furrowed. She read it several times to convince herself she was reading it right. Yes, the year on the bottle was 2000. 

"This is a 10 year old bottle of wine," she said, incredulous, thinking it might belong to his parents. "We shouldn't drink this. It must be really expensive."

"Meh." He shrugged his shoulders, "I bought it when I went to Napa a couple of years ago. It is incredible with steak. I mean, incredible. Besides I can't think of anyone I'd rather share it with."

She smiled brightly. It occurred to her that the year 2000 was the last time she'd seen him.

"You went to the Napa Valley?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said as he stepped forward and grabbed the corkscrew and decanter off the liquor shelf. She gently placed the bottle in front of him on the dining table, which took up nearly a third of the main room of the tiny cottage. He pulled a little metal contraption from his pocket, and continued, "It was during the summer of 2008. I went with a couple of other friends. We had an fantastic wine tour. We kind of did the Sideways thing. Have you seen that movie?" 

Jess nodded. "Yeah, great movie," she said smiling. She couldn't help but recall that the two main characters were in their 40's, not their 20's. 

"Well, we did the wine tour thing, but not the crazy relationship drama part," he said snickering. "We visited 10 wineries in 6 days. I spent way too much, but it was so worth it. I still have quite a few of the bottles I bought on that trip. I think I'm still paying off the credit card bill, too." She chuckled.

While he talked, she alternated between watching his face and his hands as he expertly uncorked the bottle, put the little metal device on top of the decanter and poured the wine through it. The dark red liquid spilled slowly down the sides of the decanter and then swirled and pooled in the bottom. Little bubbles formed in the wine and then disappeared. 

"What's that?" she asked.

"Oh this?" he gestured at the metal contraption. She nodded. "It's a diffuser. It helps to aerate the wine. It makes up for not letting it breathe. Usually I'd uncork a wine like this the night before I was planning to serve it."

"So you're like a wine connoisseur, eh?"

"Well I'd like to be. Unfortunately, I have tastes far beyond my means," he said ruefully, then perked up and added, "I went to France last year and toured wineries in Burgundy and Loire. I'd like to go back and visit the southern wine regions. And go to Spain, and Italy, and Portugal, and Chile, and Argentina, and South Africa...." He looked up as he finished pouring the wine slowly through the diffuser. "Well you get the idea," he said smiling. 

He grabbed the two largest wine glasses from the shelf and filled each glass half way. He handed one to her and raised his.

"Cheers," she said, raising her glass to his and smiling into his soulful deep blue eyes. She felt a little flutter in her stomach as their eyes met.

"Cheers," he replied, and lightly touched his glass to hers, holding her gaze. The flutter in her stomach spread throughout her pelvic region and centred between her thighs.

She took a sip and the taste flooded her mouth. It was delicious. She watched as he swirled the wine in his glass, looking at it. Then he stuck his nose in the glass and inhaled deeply before taking a drink. Then he did that thing with his mouth that she'd seen other wine connoisseurs do. She wasn't sure what it was, but it made a very quiet slurping sound. Then he took another sip and grinned.

"Ahhhhhh. Even better than I remember," he said.

"I think this is the best wine I've ever tasted," she said and then added, "thank you for sharing it with me." He shrugged like it was nothing, but his grin broadened, and that happy light entered his eyes again. He was genuinely glad it had pleased her. 

"I've got a couple of even better wines in my collection at home. Mind you, my collection is still pretty small. I've only been collecting wines for a few years, and I don't have the money to spend on it like some of the people I know. I don't even have a wine cellar. It's just in a closet in my apartment."

Jess laughed, thinking how unusual it was for a 24-year-old guy to have a wine collection at all. She looked at his deep blue eyes again. The term old soul sprung up from the back of her mind again. The term sexy  sprung up from somewhere else. She had to look away to keep from blushing, so she looked into her wine glass. 

She took another sip, savoring the taste momentarily on her tongue, swallowed, and asked thoughtfully, "How much is a bottle like this worth?" 

He thought about it for a moment and said, "It was cheaper when I bought it two years ago, but I think it would probably go for ...um... around 90 or 100 now."

"90 or 100 dollars? A bottle?" she asked, shocked, her eyebrows raised.

He chuckled and shrugged like it was no big deal. "Yeah," he said, and then changed the subject. Taking two steps toward the tiny kitchen, he asked, "so what did you want to do with the steaks?" he asked.

"I was just going to barbeque them with a side of grilled vegetables. They've got a barbeque wok here somewhere."

"Great," he said cheerfully. As she began pulling peppers, zucchini, and mushrooms from the fridge, he searched the cupboards. 

She watched him as he found a small mixing bowl and started pulling ingredients out of the cupboards; olive oil, garlic, herbs. He kept looking for something, but didn't find what he was looking for and closed the cupboards. He walked around behind where she was setting up the cutting board and vegetables, and grabbed a whisk and garlic press from the utensil container on the counter. The kitchen was tiny, and the dining table was practically in their way. There wasn't much space for two people to move around each other. 

As he moved back toward the bowl he was working on, he brushed past her. The touch caused a tingle to run through her, and they both paused and looked at each other for a long moment. She shivered, causing her nipples to perk up hard again. He noticed and smirked momentarily. Then he moved over to his workspace and quickly picked up his glass, taking a long drink of his wine. She drank some more too, stealing glances at him. He crushed the garlic into the bowl and started adding other ingredients. 

He opened the fridge and a little huffing noise escaped his mouth. She smiled. She'd often lamented that the fridge and cupboards at her mother's cottage were not well stocked. It was strange because the pantry at her house in the city was always well stocked. He grabbed a bottle of Greek salad dressing and a bottle of balsamic dressing and added a little dribble of each to the bowl. She watched his forearms and hands as he tilted the bowl and began expertly whisking the ingredients together. 

"So what do you do?" Jess asked as she finished chopping zucchini into pieces and dumped them into a large mixing bowl before starting on the peppers. 

"Um...I'm a chef," he replied, tentatively. Well that explains how he knows his way around a kitchen so well, she thought. 

"Really? That's so cool. Any restaurant I might know of?" She picked up her wine and took another sip. 

"Um..." he looked almost embarrassed. She regarded him and wondered if he was embarrassed because it was some dive. Waiting for him to answer, she sipped some more wine. 

Finally he said, "Reds."

Jess nearly choked on her wine. "Reds?" she exclaimed, "Reds Bistro and Wine Bar?" She knew it was one of the best restaurants in the city, with a stunning wine collection. 

"Yeah," he said nonchalantly. "I'm not the head chef though," he quickly added.

"Wow!" Jess said. "I've only been there once and it was when my company was entertaining a big client. It was amazing." 

"Oh, what do you do?" He seemed relieved to be able to move the conversation away from his profession. 

"I'm a communications consultant and trainer, among other things," she replied. 

"Really? What exactly does a communications consultant and trainer do?" he asked. 

"Mainly I get paid to write and talk a lot," she said chuckling, "and teach others how to write better and improve their public speaking and presentation skills. My company does individual coaching for executives at our client companies, and we teach courses on business writing and presentation skills for their employees."

"Hmmm. Impressive," Rob mused. 

"It sounds more impressive than it is, but I like it most of the time," she smiled as she finished chopping the last of the peppers and started on the mushrooms. 

Rob pulled out another cutting board and a knife, and started chopping onions -- with far greater skill and dexterity than she was demonstrating on the mushrooms.

Jess continued, "Some of the clients are real assholes though. You know....they're executive types. They think they already know everything, but often they suck at public speaking. I always wonder 'if you think you're already so great at this, why did you hire us?'" Rob chuckled knowingly at that. 

"I think we get those same guys in the restaurant," he said nodding. 

Jess smiled at him nodding. "No doubt," she said, and continued, "anyway, at least I've had the opportunity to travel a little on the company's dime, so that is pretty cool. They've sent me to Halifax, Calgary, Chicago, Boston, Dallas and Vancouver. It was nice to visit with some old friends there."

"Wow that's great. I'm a little envious," Rob said smiling in a way that indicated he was mostly joking.

"Well it's not France," she said, raising her eyebrows. He smiled. "And honestly, sometimes I have to fly in and out pretty quickly, due to my schedule, so I don't have time to explore the city much. Whenever I can, though, I try to arrange to spend an extra day or two." Rob nodded and took another drink of his wine. 

"Well I really wish they would send me to the Florida or California offices during the winter. That would be something." She looked up at him smiling and rolled her eyes, as she dumped the mushrooms into the large bowl and he dumped the onions in. 

Rob then poured the little mixture he'd concocted over the vegetables and stirred to coat them thoroughly. It smelled wonderful. While he did that, she cleaned up the vegetable scraps and washed the cutting boards and knives. She took another long sip of wine. Her face was starting to feel warm, and it was not from the scorching heat of the air. 

Jess looked over at him. "Rob, what was that thing you did when you first tasted the wine?" she asked. 

"Oh, haven't you ever been taught how to taste wine?" he asked. She shook her head, and his smile broadened as someone who is passionate about something gets to teach it to someone else. That light danced in his eyes again. 

"Here let me show you. Pick up your wine glass." Jess did, and since it was nearly empty, Rob stepped closer to her, grabbing the bottle, and filled both their glasses again. He set the now half empty bottle down gingerly on the table.

He had an eager look in his eyes. His voice was soft and encouraging. "It's a sensual experience, drinking a fine wine. If you're paying for it, you don't want to just gulp it down, right?" She nodded. 

"You want to savour it," he continued. "First you hold the glass up to the light and look at it. Then you swirl it and just observe it for a moment. See how it moves? See the richness of the colour? It's so deep, it's almost purple. See the legs on it? Those are the little rivulets of alcohol that slide down the side of the glass after you swirl it. The higher the alcohol content, the longer the legs stick on the side of the glass." 

"Oh, I never knew that," she said. She did as he instructed and watched the little rivers of dark red liquid run down the side of the glass. He watched her intently.

"Now put your nose near the edge of the glass and inhale slowly as you move the glass closer to your nose. What do you smell?"

Jess did as he said, and her eyes opened wide. "Wow. Berries?" she said. Rob nodded and smiled, that light dancing in his eyes again. 

"What else?" Rob asked. She put her nose back to the glass, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She opened her eyes wide and looked at him.

"Spices? Vanilla? Can that be?" He nodded again, smiling.

"It's amazing how it can smell like something other than grapes," she said. He smiled more broadly. A passionate teacher is always happy to have a keen student.

"Now we're going to taste it." She lifted the glass to her lips. He raised his eyebrows and added, "But wait a minute. Don't just put it in your mouth and swallow. You're going to sip a little into your mouth and hold it there. Let it roll around in your mouth, over and under your tongue. Feel it. Taste it all over all your taste buds. Then, holding the wine in your mouth, you open your lips slightly and inhale letting the breath out through your nose. You'll be able to smell it so much better than just sticking your nose in the glass. Now this is the tricky part, you're going to hold the wine in your mouth, purse your lips and kind of suck or slurp air through it. It takes a while to get it right. Here, I'll show you."

Rob sipped some wine, rolled it around, and then inhaled through his mouth and breathed out through his nose. Then he pursed his lips and sucked air through the narrow opening. He made that quiet little slurping sound. Jess watched him intently and all she could think about was how sexy he looked with his lips pursed like that. She had an overwhelming urge to kiss him. He put his wine glass down, and said, "Now you try it." 

"Ok, I'll try, but don't laugh if I choke and spill your delicious expensive wine all over myself." Raising an eyebrow and smiling a mischievous smile, Rob looked almost intrigued at the prospect of that happening. The look passed quickly and was replaced with a reassuring smile. 

"You'll be fine," he assured her. 

Jess took a little wine in her mouth and swirled it around. She was amazed. Since she was really focusing on it, she could detect different tastes on different parts of her tongue. Blackberries and vanilla and something kind of nutty and something that tasted almost like the rosy sweetness of red peppers. It was amazing to her that it could taste like so many things other than grapes. She imagined it would taste great with the grilled steak.

Then she inhaled through her mouth, and let the air out through her nose. She could smell the aromas in ways she never had before. Then she tried to purse her lips and suck air through the wine. She slurped significantly louder than Rob, but her eyes went wide as new tastes she hadn't noticed flooded her mouth and new aromas flooded her nose. 

He smiled broadly seeing the realization come across her face. She smiled, too, before completely swallowing, causing a little wine to dribble out the side of her mouth. 

Rob's hand came forward quickly and wiped the drop of wine off the side of her mouth with his thumb. The touch was electrifying to her. Her pulse sped up instantly, she gasped slightly, and a noticeable shiver ran through her. His deep blue eyes locked on hers as his thumb lingered on the side of her mouth and slid softly, slowly across her bottom lip while the rest of his fingers came up to gently caress her chin with such tenderness.

"How is it possible that you are even more beautiful than I remember?" he whispered softly, almost to himself. Then his eyes popped opened wide in embarrassment, as he seemed to realize he'd just said that aloud. He looked bashful, averted his eyes, and withdrew his hand.

"Rob," she breathed, and touched her hand to his cheek, bringing his gaze back to meet hers. She smiled appreciatively. She stepped closer, almost touching him and tried to convey through her eyes how much she wanted him. 

Her heart was racing as she moved her slightly parted lips toward his mouth. He brought his face closer, too, and with their eyes open, their lips touched, softly at first, then pressing a little more firmly. Her lips molded to his. She stuck her tongue out furtively and met his. Electricity rushed through her as their tongues met and swirled around each other. His mouth tasted like wine and berries. His lips were soft and warm. She closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. They explored each other's mouths with their tongues, in a sensuous dance. He pulled back ever so slightly and sucked her bottom lip between his, then pressed his mouth harder against hers and met her tongue again. 

Without pulling away from the kiss, Jess gently placed the wine glass on the table and brought her arms up around him, pulling him close. One hand went to his back, and one hand tangled in his hair. She pressed her body against his. She felt his hands on her back too, pulling her closer to him. His body was so hot against hers. As they kept kissing, she pressed her pelvis against his, feeling his hardness. She ground against it, feeling it swell and emanate heat. He groaned softly into her mouth, as he slid his hands all over her back, and down over her ass. He felt the outline of her thong and made a growling sound while cupping her cheeks and pulling her pelvis firmly toward him. 

Her heart was hammering in her chest and she was practically panting. Liquid warmth pooled between her thighs. Excitement and tingly heat coursed through her body out to her fingertips and toes. Her nipples poked prominently against his chest. Her hands traced the muscular contours of his shoulders, back, and down to his ass as well. She pulled against him and ground her pelvis into him again. His hardness pushed the fabric of her thong against her clit. It was her turn to let out a little moaning sigh.

His hands were moving continuously, as they continued to kiss. He ran them up her back, across the bare skin of her shoulders, causing goose bumps to rise. One hand came up to the nape of her neck and tangled in her hair, while the other slid down her arm making her shiver and gasp. He pulled his mouth away and began kissing across her jaw, down her neck. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations. 




Dog Days



He pulled his mouth away from her for a moment and she opened her eyes. His gaze locked on hers. His eyes seemed darker, heavy lidded. They were both panting, both gazing at each other with burning lust and hunger.

"Are you sure about this?" Rob asked between heavy breaths. She smiled at his consideration, and at the fact that she thought it was pretty clear from her body language and by the way she was responding, that this was definitely what she wanted. But she appreciated that he still gave her an out before it went too far. 

"Yes," she whispered, and to show him unequivocally that she meant it, she gave him the sultriest look she could and reached up to pull both spaghetti straps off her shoulders. Her dress slithered to the floor around her feet. She stood before him wearing nothing but a light blue cotton thong that was clearly wet in the crotch area. Her skin was flushed. Her hard nipples stood out prominently. Her breasts heaved with her panting breaths. 

A low growl escaped his throat, and his eyes grew wide with hunger and delight as his gaze traveled over her body for a moment. His hands reached out and cupped the underside of both her breasts. Caressing them, he lifted their weight slightly in his hands and let his thumbs glide lightly over both nipples. She gasped and shivered at the contact. She reached out for the bottom of his shirt and started pulling upward. 

There was a playful, slightly awkward smile exchanged as they realized their arms were at cross purposes. He reluctantly released her breasts and lifted his arms to allow her to pull the shirt up over his head. He pulled it off his hands and tossed it over his head to land on the floor, he didn't care where.

She shivered as he brought his arms down around her shoulders to slide down her back. She ran her hands lightly all over his muscular shoulders and chest, down across his abdomen, to the button on his shorts. She tore it open, and pulled the zipper down anxiously. She hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of his boxers, pulled outward to get them over his full erection, and slid them quickly downward, kneeling in front of him as she pulled his remaining clothes to the floor.

His fully erect cock twitched in front of her face. She slid her hand ever so lightly up the inside of his thigh, and gently over his balls. Rob gasped. She grasped his cock firmly in her hand, and looked up at him. He was breathing deep laboured breaths as if he was trying to control the rate of his breathing. 

"Oh, you have such a beautiful cock," she purred, while she locked eyes with him and began stroking him with her hand. He stared at her intently, with that darkness she'd just seen in his eyes, combined with excitement and anticipation. He continued his laboured breathing. 

She stilled her hand, and while maintaining eye contact, she stuck out her tongue and flicked off the drop of precum that had formed at the tip. 

"Mmmm, you taste good, too," she purred. 

Jess looked longingly back at the beautiful cock in her hand and sucked the tip into her mouth and pulled back, sucking, letting it pop out from between her lips. She flicked his hole with her tongue and Rob sighed. 

She sucked the tip back into her mouth again, and slid down the shaft, swirling her tongue around until she had taken in as much as she could. She realized he was too big to take in all of him. Her hand remained wrapped around the base of the shaft. She pulled back and let the tip pop out from between her lips. Looking up into his eyes again, she licked him from base to tip on all sides, getting him nice and wet. His eyes flashed darkly as he made eye contact with her while she thoroughly enjoyed licking him. His laboured breathing was becoming heavier, his abdomen heaving with each breath. 

Looking up into his eyes, Jess wrapped her hand around the now slick shaft and stroked a couple of times. She looked back at it, and sucked him into her mouth again, sliding her mouth down till it met her hand. Then, sucking and squeezing hard, she plunged her mouth and hand down simultaneously till they hit the base. 

"Ohhhh, Jesssss," he moaned low and long. He put a hand out and rested it on the back of a dining chair to support himself.

Jess brought her hand up to caress his balls and heard an "mmmmm" emanate from him. She smiled to herself, and focused all her attention on what she was doing now, picking up the pace. She plunged quickly back down his shaft, sucking and squeezing hard, and pulled back almost to the tip. She plunged down again, sucking and squeezing hard, swirling her tongue along the underside and pulled back again. 

She began a steady rhythm that was increasing in pace and intensity on every stroke. Within a few minutes she was bobbing up and down on him at a furiously fast pace, sucking and squeezing hard. She moved the index finger on the hand that was squeezing his balls, and snaked it back to press on his hole, while still pressing on his balls with the palm of her hand. Rob let out a long low warbled groan. 

Taking that as a good sign, Jess slid her finger in deeper and started moving it in and out. Rob was panting for breath. She continued the onslaught on his cock for only a few more minutes, then she heard him moan lowly and try to speak between panting breaths. "Ohhhhh.... Jesssss .... stop.... I'm ... cloooose". 

She slowed her sucking only momentarily to look up at him and raised her eyebrows, giving him a sinful, needy look. She tried to tell him with her eyes she wanted to taste him. His eyes went wide, a pleading look in them. 

Looking back down at his shaft, Jess renewed the vigorous sucking and squeezing. She synchronized her strokes on his shaft with the pulses of her finger inside him. 

Rob moaned loudly and she felt his balls contract in her hand. She felt the vein on the underside of his shaft pulse. He let out a long loud groan as his hot cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed and he moaned as he spurted again. She sucked and waited as his shaft pulsed again and again, and she swallowed that as well. 

Sucking one last time, she began to release him, slowly sliding her lips back up to the tip, while she withdrew her finger. She licked the last drop of cum off the tip of his cock before loosening her hand and letting go of his shaft. She looked up at him, licked her lips sinfully, and smiled. 

He was really leaning his weight on the chair now, panting heavily, but he leaned down and lifted her chin, looking into her eyes with astonishment and appreciation, motioning for her to stand. She grabbed her wineglass as she unfolded to standing and took a big swig. He was beginning to slow his breath as he pulled her in close, bringing her body against his, and planted his lips on hers. 

He kissed her passionately, his tongue searching for hers and they swirled around each other. He stopped kissing her for a moment, and looked at her with awe, as his breathing slowed. Her breathing however, was speeding up again. She became intensely aware of her own unsatisfied arousal.

"Jess, that was.... Wow... You're amazing." 

She smiled and he kissed her, his hands traveling over her body again, one hand going to her still hard nipple, the other sliding down her abdomen, and over her soaking wet thong, and slick lips. He growled as he slid his fingers under the little strip of fabric and they easily slid in between her slick lips. With a loud gasping intake of breath, she thrust her pelvis forward into his fingers, forcing them further in. He pulled back and rubbed two finders over her clit, causing her to simultaneously gasp and squeak. 

He pulled his hand from her slick lips, causing her to whimper in protest. He sucked his finger as he smiled at her seductively. "Mmmmmmm, you taste good," he growled with a husky voice. Suddenly he bent slightly and in one smooth motion, he swiftly hooked his arm under her knees, literally sweeping her off her feet, and wrapped his arm around her lower back to catch her torso. She felt a rush as he lifted her so quickly. He carried her a few short steps into the main bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. 

Standing over her, he gazed longingly with appreciation at her body. She watched his face as his eyes swept over her, appraising every inch. She let her gaze glide down his body as he stood over her, and realized he was fully hard again already. 

Rob leaned down over her and kissed her firmly on the lips, their tongues swirling. He wasn't touching any part of her body except her lips. She was so aroused, aching for his touch. He kissed again along her jaw, down her neck, slowly. He kissed her shoulder while he gently, ever so lightly, ran his fingertips up both her arms toward her shoulders. 

He kissed along the top of her breast, slowly, maddeningly slowly, while his fingertips drifted down her arms and up her sides, making her shiver. His tongue swirled around her areola, excruciatingly slowly while is hand brushed lightly across her stomach and hips. She was panting with excitement, aching for more. He flicked his tongue over her hard nipple. She gasped. A growl emanated from his throat and he flicked his tongue over her hard nipple again, eliciting another gasp from her. Finally he sucked the nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and then biting gently with his teeth. She groaned and arched her back off the bed. 

He moved over and began the entire ritual with the other nipple. He swirled his tongue slowly around the areola, while he lightly slid his fingertips across the skin under her breast. He sucked the nipple into his mouth as he brought his hand up to the other nipple. He rolled his palm across it and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger while gently sucking and biting the one in his mouth. Jess thrust her pelvis up, begging for attention in that area, and moaned low and long.

Jess moved her arms, reaching up to touch him with one hand. The other hand headed for her groin, thinking she would give him a hint or give herself some much needed attention. Rob chuckled lowly and grabbed her wrists, placing them back on the bed beside her. 

"Impatient," he whispered. Jess let out a ragged sigh and looked at him pleadingly in response. She was about to say something, but he silenced her by kissing her mouth. He smiled mischievously, and moved his face forward toward her nipple again.

Rob kept up his attention on her breasts for several minutes, always lightly caressing as many other parts of her body as he could reach. His hand came maddeningly close to her mound, causing her breath to hitch, but he teased her by gliding up over her abdomen to her breast again. 

Finally, he moved his face down, kissing and licking his way slowly across her stomach and hips. 

He traced the thong she still wore with his fingers, and started sliding it down. She lifted her ass and thighs off the bed to make it easier. He slid it slowly down her thighs, over her knees, down her calves and off her feet. The air hit her engorged red dripping lips, making her shiver. He paused a moment to look at her and another low rumbling growl escaped his throat. 

Still he moved excruciatingly slowly. Her body hummed with excitement. She was panting. He positioned himself between her legs. He slid his hands lightly up and down her legs, bent her knees and let her legs drape open even wider, opening her core up to him. Her breath hitched again as he got close. Her pussy was swollen and dripping and tingling, begging for a touch.

Jess held her breath as he brought his face close to her, but let it out raggedly as he licked and kissed her inner thigh. He let out a noise that sounded like a chuckle. Damn him! He was enjoying torturing her! 

She shivered as he licked the crease between her thigh and her torso, towards her core. So close, but not quite. She whimpered as he licked across her lower mound. Around and around he went. Never touching where she needed him most. The tingling anticipation was nearly unbearable. She needed him to touch it. Now! More than she'd ever needed anything. She was on fire. She was beginning to shake and tremble with need.

"Please, Bobby," she whispered.

He made a sound between a growl and a chuckle, lifted his face from kissing and licking around the desired area, and breathed on her engorged labia, saying, "What's my name?"

"Rob! Please Rob," she whispered between panting breaths.

"What do you want?" he breathed onto her lips. She thrust her pelvis up but he moved with her, always just a centimeter away.

Suddenly she found her voice. "Lick my pussy, Rob! Suck my clit! Stick your fingers in me! Anything! Please, Rob! I need it. I can't take this anymore."

A rumbling growl came out of his throat, and she felt his hot tongue lick up the length of her outer labia and down the other one. She squealed in delight, thrusting her hips upward. He licked up her wet slit, brushing lightly over her clit, causing her to squeal and buck her hips involuntarily. 

"Mmmmmm," he rumbled as he finally tasted her juices.

Her lips were swollen and engorged, puffy and open to him. He licked up along the inner labia, and she cried out as his tongue swirled lightly over her clit again. He stuck his tongue in her dripping hole and whirled it around, then slid it up over her clit, pressing harder on her clit this time. She squealed again. 

He stuck two fingers in her and wiggled them around, while he flicked her clit with his tongue. 

"Oh," she squealed, bucking her hips, "Oh yes, Rob!"

He turned his fingers over and stuck them in further, feeling around. He began making the 'come here' motion inside her with his fingers and started gliding over the spongy mound of her gspot. At the same time he sucked her clit between his lips, sucked it hard. She cried out. 

Rob began pressing his tongue back and forth over the swollen nub. She was surfing on a massive wave of sensation. It was overwhelming. Her whole body was tingling and trembling. Her whole consciousness focused on what he was doing to her. 

Somewhere in the back of her mind, some logical part that was still functioning briefly wondered how he knew exactly what to do to drive her crazy. That thought flitted in and out so quickly. She didn't care how he knew, as long as he never stopped doing it. 

His fingers were picking up the pace till they were pounding on her gspot, while his tongue pressed strongly back and forth over her clit. Hot explosions were beginning deep inside, along with a wave. A wave of fullness, a wave of sensation she couldn't even begin to describe. She was writhing and shaking uncontrollably. Her fists clenched the sheets. 

"Oh god, yes, Rob. Don't stop," she panted. "Don't ever stop doing that," she squealed.

Keeping up the pace, he continued his ministrations simultaneously on her gspot and clit. A long warbling sound between a moan and a cry escaped her throat. Explosions of heat and tingling electricity went off inside her. Her muscles clamped down around his hand. He kept going on her clit with his tongue, kept pushing through her contracting muscles onto her gspot. Her body was shaking, convulsing. 

He released her clit but kept pounding on her gspot with all four fingers inside her. She felt a new sensation building behind the subsiding explosions of her clitoral orgasm. That wave she'd felt building before. Pressure inside. Tremendous pressure. And then it was like a dam breaking. Suddenly clear liquid was squirting out around his hand. 

She literally screamed as this completely new sensation hit her at the end of an already extremely intense orgasm. 

"Oh, Bobby!" she screamed as her body shook and she lost all control of her limbs while liquid she didnt even know she could produce contined to squirt out of her.

He watched her with fascination as she convulsed and squirted and spasmed until she didn't think she could bear any more. It was the greatest release she had ever felt. The spasms slowly subsided. He withdrew his hand and she collapsed like a rag doll sprawled out on the bed, spent, drenched in sweat. 

Rob got up and took a few steps into the dining room to grab the towel that was still hanging on the back of the dining chair, the one Jess had used on her hair after her shower. He also picked up his shorts from the floor and brought them back into the bedroom, dropping them on the floor beside the bed, while he used the towel to wipe his face, which was sticky with her juices. 

He came back to sit on the bed and gently wiped the perspiration off her body with the cool, slightly damp towel. She opened her eyes and gazed at him appreciatively as he wiped the cool damp towel across her skin. She had been so hot. The cooling sensation was heavenly. The light breeze coming off the marsh through the bedroom window helped too. She shivered. Her nipples hardened.

Rob lay down on the bed and snuggled in close beside her. She turned her head toward him. He began softly caressing her arm and shoulder, then her hip and thigh, lightly running his hands over the contours of her body, staring at her face. 

She turned her body toward him and reached her arm across his torso. Still heavy lidded and smiling weakly, she said softly, "My God. You made me squirt." He smiled back, looking fairly proud of himself. 

"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

"You might say I double-majored in culinary arts and female anatomy," he said, smirking. She laughed at that.

"Well then, I guess you must've graduated with honours," she said. He laughed out loud.

"Yeah, the final exam was a doozy," he chuckled. She laughed heartily and he joined her. 

They fell silent for a moment, looking at each other. 

"Oh, and sorry...I slipped," she said after a moment, trying to look serious. His brow furrowed, and she grinned, adding, "I called you Bobby."

"Well, I think I can forgive you, given the context. If you're screaming it out during an orgasm, I want to hear that over and over again," he chuckled. 

"Deal," she said laughing, "'cause I'd like to experience  that over and over again."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Their tongues swirled around each others' mouths again. His hand, that had been lightly caressing her, grazed over her hard nipple. She gasped and wrapped her arm around him, pulling his body against hers. It was then that she felt his full erection push against her, and realized that he'd been hard since he carried her into the bedroom. Her heartbeat, which had finally slowed to almost normal, started speeding up again. 

She slid her hand down along his side and in between their hips. He breathed in sharply as her hand came to caress his balls. He resumed kissing her as she glided her fingertips lightly up the length of his shaft, causing it to twitch. A small moan escaped his throat. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and started stroking, lightly at first, squeezing harder after a few strokes. His breath sped up.

Jess pulled away from the kiss and looked into his eyes. 

"Fuck me, Bobby," she said quietly, with a playful smile in her eyes.

"Say that again," he smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Fuck me, Bobby. I want you to fuck me," she said in her most sultry voice.

"When you say it like that, I don't mind being called Bobby at all."

He smiled delightedly, and leaned over the bed to retrieve a condom from the pocket of his shorts. Jess raised one eyebrow.

"You brought condoms?" she asked, smirking.

"I like to be prepared," he said with mock seriousness, as he tore open the package.

"Confident," Jess chuckled.

"Hopeful," Rob replied as he rolled it on. "Besides, I saw the way you were looking at me out there."

"Oh? And how was that?" she asked, raising her eyebrow again.

"Like you wanted to fuck me," he replied. 




Dog Days



I am a retired man in my 60's, and I live in a suburban neighborhood of a small west-coast city. I live with my best friend Ralph. No, not what you think. 

Ralph is my dog. He is a lab mix, about 60 pounds, and a real rascal.

I take Ralph on a walk twice a day to the Neighborhood Park, where dogs are allowed if they are on a leash, and well behaved. The park is full of people with their kids, and some other people with dogs.

I noticed a young woman there often with her little Terrier. She looked to be in her thirties, and she is very attractive. Her dog is cute, too.

I nodded a greeting her way several times and eventually she gave me a slight smile in return. I imagine she thought of me as "that old guy."

I have lived alone for years, ever since my last marriage broke up. I do not get a lot, as they say, and my sex life is pretty much Internet porn. There is no rejection with masturbation.

The woman with the Terrier had my attention, though. I wondered what her sex life was like. She was very nice looking, so I was sure she was hooked up.

I asked one of the older ladies in the Park about her. There is a gossip network around here that is amazing. I was told that she lives alone, and no one sees her except when she is out with her dog.

On one chance meeting, I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Bob"

"I'm Janice" she answered.

Our dogs introduced themselves, with sniffing and tail wagging.

We had a little more small talk, about how we both live close to the Park, and we both walk our dogs here. After some awkward silence, we went on our separate way.

I really wanted to say a lot more, about how I would like to perform some biologically obscene acts on her. I could imagine the two of us in some of the scenes in the porn that I entertain myself with.

Porn distorts reality, I guess. I sometimes think I should just ask a woman for sex. I know men and women are different (duh) but if a reasonably attractive woman asked if she could suck my cock, I would say "Yes!"

If I asked a woman if I could lick her pussy, all hell would break loose. Most women would be offended, insulted, and call the Police. Why?

I guess I have become a dirty old man.

One day in the Park, I once again came face to face with the mystery woman. She was wearing her usual shorts and a tee-shirt type of top. My mind immediately started to undress her.

We both had our dogs on a leash, but that didn't stop Ralph. He tried to sniff the Terriers butt, and she snapped at him. It is a friendly gesture among dogs, but this little bitch acted like a female human, and almost bit Ralph.

I apologized, and said "He is fixed, but he doesn't act like it."

She understood, and said, "He is just being a dog."

That is when Ralph really became obnoxious. He put his nose right up into the woman's crotch, and took several deep sniffs! He had his nose buried in the crack of her vagina!

She backed away, and I jerked Ralph back with his leash.

Now I really apologized, and her face turned bright red.

I desperately wanted to say something, anything, to try to hook up with her. I didn't want to ask her out for a drink, or dinner, or a date of any kind.

But why couldn't I just say what was on my mind?

After a little more small talk, I thought, what the hell, just do it!

I said "He only did what I was wishing I could do."

I thought, OK, she would either scream, or slap me, or just walk away. She did the latter, and I thought, at least I would not be arrested.

I should have known better. A woman will just not accept an outright offer of sex from a virtual stranger.

Now all of my fantasies about her would have to end. I had screwed up a relationship long before it started.

Several days later I saw her on the other side of the Park with the Terrier, and when she saw me, she started walking straight towards me. I thought "Oh no, here it comes!"

When she got close enough to me, she asked me "Did you mean what you said?"

"What, when?" I said, acting like a fool.

"The other day, when your dog sniffed me"

What a wonderful surprise! I said, "Yes, I certainly did!" 

She had a questioning look on her face, so I repeated it. "I most certainly did!"

She was silent, so I spoke up. I went directly to what I wanted to say, with no more suggestive comments. I got right to the point.

I said, "I would love it if you would just let me give you an orgasm orally." 

"I would not ask for anything more, and I would not do anything you didn't want me to do."

She was still silent, so I continued "I would even leave all my clothes on if you want me too."

After a painfully long silence, she said, "OK."

I couldn't believe my ears! I didn't want to give her a chance to change her mind. I suggested that we go to my house, but she said she wanted to go home. Her house was only two blocks away, and we walked there with our dogs in tow.

There was more awkward silence as we walked, but I kept reminding myself, she did say "OK".

We arrived at her small, very neat ranch style house, and she let us in the front door, dogs and all. I learned that her Terrier's name was Lucy when Janice called her and put her in the back hall. Ralph went right in too, without being invited.

We stood face to face, a few feet apart. Janice looked down at the floor, and was even more nervous than I was. I stepped close to her, and put my arms around her, but she turned away when I tried to kiss her.

Still looking down, she took my hand and led me into her bedroom. Without a word, she took off her shorts and her panties, and sat on the edge of her bed. I stared to undress, but I remembered all of the promises I had made, and I left my underwear on.

I was glad I had a brightly colored pair of briefs on, and not some old-man underwear. I moved closer to her and just stood there, admiring her. She was beautiful, naked from the waist down.

I am not ashamed of how I look naked. Some of my friends say I look more like I am 50 than in my 60's. I still play tennis two or three times a week and I get lots of exercise walking my buddy Ralph.

I got on my knees in front of her, and I gently moved her legs apart. Her pussy was now in plain view, and it was perfect. She had a neat little patch of hair that she didn't trim or shave. It looked like she had a small pink flower between her legs.

I moved right in, and kissed her right on her vaginal lips. I gave her clit some flicks with the tip of my tongue, and she finally started to react. She lay back on the bed, and spread her legs up and out. I really went to work, and licked and kissed her pussy until she had a thunderous orgasm.

She was not vocal, which was fine with me. I don't like screamers. She thrashed and flailed around, and then she was quiet. I just kept my mouth on her pussy, not licking or moving in any way. After a few moments, I stood up.

She sat up on the edge of the bed again. I intended to live up to my promise, so I bent down to retrieve my pants. She reached out and took my arm, and said "Not yet". I was puzzled, so I just stood there in my underwear, looking at her.

My cock apparently didn't feel like it was part of the promise, and it was very hard. It was making a long, thick bulge in my briefs, and Janice was staring at it. She carefully, cautiously reached out and touched it.

She felt how hard my cock was, and said "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that to you." She carefully felt the entire length of my cock, and gently fondled my balls. "It doesn't seem fair."

I was still determined to live up to my agreement, but she surprised me. She put her hands in the waistband of my briefs, and pulled them down. My cock sprang forward, happy to be free. Without any fabric in the way, her elegant, feminine hands explored my cock and balls.

She tentatively kissed the head of my cock, and licked it. I could not wait any longer, and I pushed it into her mouth. She didn't seem to know what to do with it, so I cradled her face with both hands, and started to slide it in and out.

I was literally fucking her in the mouth, and it was wonderful! She didn't object, she just held still and let my cock slide in and out. She had her eyes closed, and she just put a little pressure on my cock with her lips.

I didn't last more than a minute or two, and I started to come. When the first spurt went into her mouth, her eyes opened up in surprise! She pulled back away from me, with my cock a few inches from her face. I continued to come, and it went all over her face and hair.

I stood there breathing hard, with a stringy gob of cum dangling from the head of my cock. There was a matching string dangling from the tip of her nose. She had a curious look on her face, as if she didn't know what to do with the mouthful of cum she had.

It would have been very un-ladylike to spit it out, so she swallowed it with a gulp. She made a face, and I asked "Didn't you like that?" 

Janice said, "I'm not sure." 

I said, "Well, we have to be sure", so I scooped up some cum from her face and nose, and put it in her mouth.

She swallowed that too, and then she took my cock back in her mouth and sucked it clean. I guess she decided that she liked it.

We both got dressed, and said goodnight. I told her I would be in the Park the next day, and I hoped to see her there. I got Ralph out of the back hall, and made my way home.

She was not in the Park the next day, or the next. I was disappointed, to say the least. I hoped I had not ruined it by going too far.

On the third day, she showed up, and we had a repeat performance. This time, she was not so tentative about it. She wanted to suck me off first, and she pulled my briefs down, and fondled my cock. She seemed more like a young girl satisfying her curiosity than a thirty-something woman. She inspected my cock as if it was the first one she had seen. 

This time I didn't have to fuck her mouth, she seemed to know what to do. But she sucked it so hard it was uncomfortable, and I had to tell her so. I had to teach her, as if she was an innocent teenager.

She slid my cock in and out of her mouth, and when I started to come, she eagerly accepted it. As my cum spurted into her mouth, she gently sucked and swallowed it.

Now it was her turn, and I believe I did an expert job of eating her pussy. She had another explosive orgasm. We held each other for a while, and then to my surprise she sucked me off again. This was getting better and better.

We settled into a routine. Every couple of days, we would meet in the Park when she got home from her job, and she took Lucy for her walk. We would walk the dogs together, they would romp and play and have a good time.

Then we would go to her house. There was a routine there as well. The dogs were now best friends, and they would lie down together. We would too, and Janice would perform on me first. She had developed what I can only call a craving for my semen. When she sensed that I was about to come, she got more excited that I did. She wouldn't spill a drop.

I would go down on her, and she had learned to love that as well. I could make her come in less than a minute. However, whenever I attempted to put my finger into her, she stopped me. I was puzzled, but I went along with her demands.

She would suck me off again, "For dessert" she said, and then we would just relax together in her bed. We would talk about anything and everything.

After many of these pillow talk sessions, I began to understand her. She told me that her stepfather had molested her when she was twelve. He had forced his penis into her unready and unwilling vagina, and it was traumatic. She screamed, and fought him off, and he couldn't finish the act.

As a teenage girl, her dates would get upset when they tried to finger-fuck her as part of their petting. She would always refuse. Soon she didn't have any dates. As a young woman in her twenties, her dates expected actual sex, which she emphatically refused. Again, soon she didn't have any dates.

She obviously had a fear bordering on panic about penetration.

When she and I met, she was 33, and in the peak years of a woman's sex drive. But she was unwilling and unable to do anything about it. Along came me, with my somewhat crude and very direct proposition, and she accepted it.

I have wondered if she trusted me because of my sincere promises to only orally please her, or because she thought I was a safe choice due to my age. 

One scary thought is since our age difference is about the same as between her and her stepfather, am I "completing" his act in her subconscious?

At some deep level, does she regret the fact that she didn't let him finish fucking her? I better forget about being an amateur psychologist.

I was determined to do something about the situation, for my sake as well as hers. I would gently touch her vagina when I was licking her clit, but she continued to object. Once, I reached back and lightly touched her anus, and her objection was not as strong.

My plan came together. Each time I touched her anus, I penetrated it a little further. She slowly came to accept it. Finally one night, I pushed my middle finger all the way up her asshole. I kissed her as I did it, and she looked at me affectionately.

Janice whispered, "Do you want to fuck me that way? Is that what you want?" 

I answered that I certainly did. She asked me if I had ever done it before. I answered "At my age, there isn't much I haven't done!"

As I waited for her answer, she was deep in thought. She was mentally measuring the size of two things, my cock and her asshole.

Jan said, "I am afraid it might hurt me." I told her that I had a way that would calm her fear. "You can be the one putting it in. I will not push unless you ask me to." 

I could see the wheels of thought spinning in her head, and she finally said, "OK". 

"But do not rush me!"

I asked if she had anything for lubrication, and she went to the bathroom and came back with some Vaseline. Not as good as the new sexual lubes, but it would have to do. I took some on my finger, and applied it to her asshole, up in it as far as I could.

She took a face down position, and spread her legs as far as she could. I moved up over her, and supported myself so that I was not crushing her. She reached back and took my cock in her hand. She gripped it hard, and put the tip up against her asshole. With a quick, hard push, she put the tip in. One more quick push, and it went in a little more.

It was only in a little past the head. Her technique reminded me of a woman giving herself an enema. It was very clinical, as if she was pushing a strange, alien object up her ass. 

But then, I sensed a change in her. She caressed my cock, and lightly played with my balls. 

It was very obvious that she was becoming aroused. She gave my cock a little push, just to test how it would feel if she took more of it in her.

Jan said, "Is it OK if it goes in further?" I thought she was asking if it was OK with me, and I replied "Hell yes, Jan. I want it all the way in you!"

She said "No, that is not what I meant. Will it injure me in any way if it goes in deeper?"

"Jan, hundreds of millions of women do it this way all the time. You will not end up in the hospital!"

"Just keep doing what you were doing. Take your time!"

Jan said "OK, I will. But I am going to go very slow. I have never done this, you know."

She put a firm grip on my cock again, and began to push it in. I restrained myself, and let her do it at her pace. She would back up on it and take a little more in, and then she would wiggle it and push some more in with her hand.

It didn't seem now like she was inserting an enema tube up her ass. She clearly knew it was my cock, the cock she had learned to love.

When it was almost all the way in, she took her hand away, and I pushed the rest of it in. I pressed up hard against the silky, smooth cheeks of her fine ass. We both held still for a while, and listened to each other breathe.

She had started this with the attitude that she was doing it for me, as a favor. Now it was clear that she wanted it as much as I did. She had found a way to be fucked without having a panic attack. She had conquered her fear of penetration, at least as far as her asshole was concerned.

Her asshole was tight, just as you would expect from a virgin. Obviously, her criminal stepfather had not raped her there.

I had hardly moved, I was just enjoying the feeling of my cock embedded in her asshole. As for Jan, she was breathing hard, and also murmuring words I could barely hear. I picked out a few things, like "big", and "in me" and "fill me".

Jan asked "Are you going to cum in me?" I answered yes. She said "Will I feel it?". I said I hoped so.

I fucked her with the slowest, most careful strokes I could. I tried to make it last, but very soon I shot a huge load of cum up into her. I was glad that she hadn't done me orally first, and there were several big spurts.

With each squirt, she said "Oh!" So as I grunted in rapid succession, she said "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I guess she felt it!

She was completely submissive, and there was no sign of any fear or concern. She did not have an orgasm, but I took care of that in our usual way.

That night I went home completely satisfied.

After that night, we had a third act in our routine. I would let her choose what to do first, and it was almost always anal sex. After that we would go into her bathroom, and she would carefully and lovingly wash my cock. She wanted to make sure it was very clean, because next she was going to take it in her mouth. Then I licked her pussy "for dessert".

She got into some extreme positions to take it in the ass. She would get on her knees, doggy-style (sorry, Ralph. Not for you!). She would reach back and spread her butt cheeks, to get them out of the way. She wanted every fraction of an inch up her asshole. She would push back against me to make sure she had it all.

On occasion, she would lie on her back with her butt right at the edge of the bed, and pull her legs up as far as possible. I would get into position standing up, and she would stare down at my stiff cock, anticipating the feeling of it going up her ass. She couldn't see her asshole, but she could watch as my cock disappeared into her.

We can also see the expression on each others face, and the look in our eyes.

She once told me that she liked the idea of me pumping cum in her ass, and then in her mouth. She hoped the two ejaculations would meet somehow in her stomach. Not realistic, but a nice thought.

Janice was releasing all of the pent-up sexual energy and desire that she had kept bottled up all of her life. I am the lucky man that is on the receiving end of her passion.

I still hope to get past her anxiety about vaginal penetration, but what's the hurry?

Here I am, having a hot affair with a woman half my age. She was technically a virgin for our first time, at her age! Plenty of oral sex, both giving and receiving, and I get to fuck her beautiful ass as well.

I frequently pet Ralph, and tell him "Thank you!"



Dog Days



 Songwriters David Spradley, Garry Shider, and George Clinton created "Atomic Dog" in a recording studio in January 1982, working without a written score. "Atomic Dog" was released in 1982 on the Computer Games album issued by Capitol Records, which retained the sound-recording copyright to the album. Spradley, Shider, and Clinton later transferred their interest in the composition of "Atomic Dog" to Bridgeport Music, INC., and Southfield Music, INC. 

*

I should have known better than to think that the office could leave me alone for more than a few hours. Here I am struggling with overloaded arms full of supplies and gear trying to walk down the catwalk at the marina to my boat and what happens? My Damned cell phone is blowing up in my pocket. With no way to get to it there is no choice but continue on as the song plays. Why the hell had I chosen George Clinton's Atomic Dog? Oh, yeah now I remember, I was trying to get over the ex that I'd caught cheating and was feeling just a little wild and ready to lay anything in sight. But that had been months ago and now here I am in public with the song blaring and no way to shut it up.

Yeah, this is a story of a famous dogFor the dog that chases it's tail will be dizzyThese are clapping dogs, rhythmic dogsHarmonic dogs, house dogs, street dogsDogs of the world uniteDancin' dogsYeahCountin' dogs, funky dogsNasty dogs (Dog)

Atomic dogAtomic dog

Like the boysWhen they're out there walkin' the streetsMay competeNothin' but the dog in me

Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeahBow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeahBow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeahBow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah

_____I have to stop to avoid a collision with a couple of running children and I hear a sultry chuckle behind me. I turn to see where it came from and I am stunned by what I see. The rainbow flip-flops catch my eye first, then long tanned legs lead up to a pair of daisy dukes the contents of which would make any butch's mouth water. My gaze goes up and damn, how the hell did she manage to get those into a bikini top that small? By the time I make it to the sky blue eyes and raven hair all I can do is stutter and stumble through an apology.

" 'scuse me Ma'am I should know better than to think I could have a weekend off. I should have turned it off, or at least down when I got out of the truck."

Her reply was drowned out by...

Like the boysWhen they're out there walkin' the streetsMay competeNothin' but the dog in me

Why must I feel like thatOh, why must I chase the catNothin' but the dog in me.....

_____Now I'm blushing on top of being half tongue tied. Her reaction takes my breath away as well. She walks up close staring straight in my eyes reaches into my front jeans pocket and fishes out my phone having a nice wandering feel on the way in and out giving my strap-on a playful squeeze. I curse myself for not stopping to change after I left the bar in the wee hours of the morning. Instead, I'd just untucked my shirt and let it hang down to conceal things. Well, at least she knows beyond the shadow of a doubt I'm a butch. 

She swipes the screen to answer the phone, promptly hangs up on the caller and shuts the phone down.

"There that should delay the arrival of the dog catcher for a while. Hi, I'm in slip #53 can I give you a hand with some of that?"

"Sure uh, well, it's kind of hard to turn loose of anything without losing it all. How about you just unlock for me when we get there? I'm just across the catwalk in #52 we must be neighbors."

"Good! With the break-ins that we have been having I was hoping whoever it was over there would show up for a while. I'm the only live aboard on this catwalk and it gets too quiet at night sometimes."

"You live aboard? I'm thinking of doing that myself."

_____Arriving at my boat, I stop to look helplessly down at the locked gate on the bow wondering how I'm going to give her the key. Before I can say anything she steps around me and reaches into the pocket on the other side. Pulling out the set of keys on a floatation key chain with a triumphant look she proceeds to unlock the gate and the sliding glass door at the front of the main cabin. Stepping inside I begin to unload my arms, bags of groceries going on the counter, my duffel bag I heave into the lower level master stateroom. As soon as my hands are free, I reach into the fridge to pull out a couple of long necks, twisting the cap off one before handing it to her.

"Have a beer my dear! It's the least I can do for such a beautiful rescuer. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Jane but my friends call me Jay."

"Thank you Jay and it was the least I could do, I certainly didn't want the dog catcher to get you. My name is Catherine but everyone calls me Kitty."

I inhale sharply at the name, which is a mistake when taking a long sip of beer. Now I'm choking and sputtering as beer comes out my nose and spews on the galley floor. She proceeds to giggle and slap me on the back. 

When I finally recover, I just manage to get out "Why must I feel like that? Why must I chase the cat?" And we both burst into laughter.

"So Jay you said you were thinking of living aboard? This is a very nice marina for it. They have been discussing adding some round the clock security because we've had a group of young punks breaking into boats at night the past couple of weeks. Never a problem until recently though. I've been here 4 months now and plan to stay on until November when my lease is up. Maybe even longer."

"Well, I just sold my business and I am ready to cruise for a while and enjoy myself. I uh, just turned 48 this year and it's time to slow down. I've worked my ass off 15 years to build a solid company but I want to give it up while I still have enough energy to enjoy the boat and do some serious fishing. I'm thinking of doing the loop next spring if I can get the new owners settled into things by then." 

"The loop?"

"Yeah, its called The Great Loop. You circumnavigate Eastern North America by water using a combination of inter-coastal waterways and hugging the eastern coast of the US. Most head north in the spring and then by the time November rolls around you are down to Florida. Some choose to spend the winter in the Bahamas but I'm not sure my 45 foot trawler and my navigational skills are up to that yet."

"What kind of company did you have, if I may ask?"

"Security, both residential and commercial. My father was a Marine, my two uncles were one, Air force and the other Army. All three turned cop when they came out of the service. I served a stint in the Army but I just don't have the temperament to be a cop so I started a security company. I know there are some crimes that I couldn't arrest someone for. If I saw with my own eyes someone abusing a child, an animal or a woman for instance and I had a gun on my hip, I'm sorry I would just have to shoot the bastard. There is little that can be done to rehabilitate a true abuser and I see no reason to slap them on the wrist and turn them loose to do it again." 

"That is where I know you from! I thought you looked familiar! You were on the news when those East Ridge wing nuts were picketing soldier funerals. I have to thank you for providing security to keep them away from the families. I don't know how a supposed religious group can be so hate filled and spiteful as to picket the funeral of someone that died protecting their right to picket in the first place."

"I and my.. well, the company always stand by our veterans. In 15 years, I've managed to hire only vets and their close families. We all take honoring our fallen very seriously. I sold the business to Senator Jones' son Peter. He just came back from Iraq a double amputee last year and it was part of the agreement that he continue the practice. Would you like another beer? I can fire up the grill and fix us some lunch or... If you don't have any plans for the afternoon that is."

Finishing the last of my beer, I turn to put the bottle in the recycling bin and take her empty as well.

"Do you jet ski? I've got a two-seater and I was thinking of packing a lunch and riding out to Cooper's island for a picnic and some sun bathing."

"I'm not much on sun bathing but I've got a collapsible fly rod if you don't mind me bringing it along. I can fish the eddies around the island."

"Not a problem, not a problem at all, I think it can carry a little fishing equipment. I'll run over to my boat and throw together some food while you get changed. Meet me over there in say 20 minutes and if you can get your other equipment stuffed into some swim trunks, there just might be a surprise for desert." With a saucy wink, she was out the door and across the catwalk.

Standing before the mirror in the master head, I shake my head in disgust. This just isn't going to work. My normal swimming attire of neoprene wetsuit shorts and half top, while showing off my muscular legs and tight abs are not meant for packing. My strap-on looks like a huge log in my shorts and very nearly peeks out at the leg no matter how I try to situate it. With no other option I can think of, I throw an over sized white T-shirt over it all and pick up my fishing gear, carefully locking up and turning on my security system on the way out.

_____As I make my way down the port side of her boat, I am greeted by an entrancing sight. The daisy dukes have gone, nothing remains but two small triangles held together with thin strings tied at the hips. Her position bent over the back of her jet ski strapping down a soft sided cooler gives me a view that would make a dead man's heart throb. It stops me in my tracks and I stand there gaping like an idiot as she turns and catches me staring at her ass.

"Like what you see do you? Come on lets strap your pole on the side here and mount up."

"My... pole? Here in the middle of the Marina? Oh! You mean my fishing pole!"

I slide onto the seat behind her and she releases the winch cable sending the ski backwards off the ramp and into the water. 

"Hold on tight now Love, I have a need for speed and this is one of my favorite ways to satisfy it."

Grasping her around the waist with some trepidation at her words, I realize that the small size of the seat and my need to hold on has our bodies pressed snugly together. As she heads out of the marina's no wake zone and opens it up another situation develops. I can feel her chuckling with my arms wrapped around her ribs; she knows damn well that the combination of high speed and choppy waters has the base of my strap-on pounding into my clit.

Once we are away from the cove the marina sits in and racing across the main channel of the lake, I decide to give a little of what I am getting and slide one hand down into the front of her bikini bottoms and the other up to pinch and tease her left nipple. She is sopping wet as I slowly tease my finger up and down her slit and she moans, arching her back. I bury my face in the back of her neck and nuzzle my way through the hair to nibble and kiss, thrusting my hips to increase the friction on my clit and stroking hers in time with my motions.

Just as the first waves of orgasm hit me, I bite firmly down on the back of her neck and press her clit firmly against her pubic bone, shaking my wrist, causing a wild vibrating rub that has her arching her back again, screeching like her name sake. She cuts the throttle on the jet ski completely in a sharp turn sending us in a sideways skid across the water ending just short of the bank surrounding the island. We are both left slumped forward, lungs heaving for air, sweat rolling off us, trying to recover as the gentle motion of the water rocks the jet ski.

She's the first to recover and squirms in front of me on the seat.

"Whew, if that's any indication of what's coming I think I am in a world of trouble. Come on, move it now, let's get to the bank, there's a blanket in the cooler, bring it and I'll tie the ski."

Sliding off the ski into the waist deep cold water revives me and I quickly unstrap the cooler and wade to the bank behind her. She's already got the rope ready and ties off to a sturdy looking bush. Turning, I slide open the zip on the cooler and take out a small blanket, spreading it out in the tall grass, hoping its height will hide us from any passing boats or barges. I cannot wait to get her naked and hear that screech again. I rip off the t-shirt and fling it to the ground followed by my half top and shorts just as her bikini flutters down to land in the midst of it all. 

Sinking to our knees on the blanket, she grabs me by the back of the head and lays a deep passionate kiss on my lips. Taking her in my arms I pitch sideways, both of us landing with a dull thud. Before I can react, she catches me by surprise, rolling me to my back and climbing astride me as the kiss continues. She breaks the kiss to rise above me and I suck in great heaving gasps of air my heart pounding loudly in my ears.

As she lowers herself onto my strap-on, I reach up to cup both those gorgeous breasts, lifting my head, leaning forward, trying to get at a nipple with my tongue. Grinding her hips in a circular motion, Kitty begins to moan and I have to join in. Finally, I capture a nipple and suck it between my lips, nipping it with my teeth and swirling my tongue across its puckered surface. I can't help but thrust upward into her and my beautiful lover starts a wild back and forth, up and down dance that has me nearing a second release already.

"Ah, come on, come with me Kitty. I can't stand much more."

The pace doubles, she looks deeply into my eyes and I am surprised by the emotion I see there.

"Almost, almost there Love, just one... more.... good.... grind...."

The screech she let loose with must have been loud because just as I went crashing over the edge of sanity myself, a tug pushing its barge upriver blasted its horn. I don't think they could see us but they damned sure had to hear her and probably myself also. Collapsing forward on top of me, she buries her head in my shoulder and I can almost feel her purring in contentment. 

_____I must have dozed because I am suddenly aware of her giggling and before I can get my eyes open the little she cat has rolled a bottle of ice cold water across the blanket to connect with my bare ribs. And they say human levitation is an impossible dream... not so!

By the time we finished our "lunch" of cold chicken, potato salad and sticky sweet orange slices, it was perilously close to dark. The ski had lights as is required by law but I have to admit the thought of her driving it like a bat out of hell in the dark was not a welcome one. Thankfully, as we finished packing and were ready to mount up again, she demurely deferred to me and let me drive. I'm sure my slow steady pace across the channel to the cove had her frustrated but there were just too many unknowns out there in the dark to go any faster.

She leans over to talk in my ear as I drive. "So your boat or mine Love? I am surely not finished with you and hope you are not finished for the night either."

"Oh, no way in hell am I finished with you my little she cat. You've got a good thorough licking coming as soon as I can get to it. How about your boat, I'll stop and get off at mine and you can head round the dock to yours. I need a shower and I am sure you would like one too. Meet at your place in an hour?"

_____That is strange, very strange. As I leave the master head and look through the windows out across the catwalk I notice there are no lights on over on Kitty's boat. Quickly slipping into a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, I slip on my flip flops and head across to see what is up over there.

The gate is open, the door to her main cabin is open also and the hair on the back of my neck rises. Just as I am about to step into the main cabin calling her name, a teenaged boy rushes at me from inside. With reflexes born from years of defense training, I grab him by the front of the shirt, slide my right foot forward between his legs and lean to the side as I pull, neatly hip rolling up him over the port railing to sail out into the cove. A second attacker this one older and larger, follows shortly behind him and I dodge sideways scrambling to avoid the large hunting knife he thrusts at me. I meet his wild overhand stab with regret and feel the blade slide cleanly through my left forearm as I grab his throat with my right hand. Squeezing my fingers nearly closed behind his Adams apple, I give a quick twisting jerk and with a crunching gurgle, he sinks to the ground immediately. I whirl back around searching for Kitty to find her in the grasp of a fat, brutish looking older man. She wriggles free of him just as he pulls a revolver from his pants and takes aim. Instinct and self-preservation take precedence over pain and I rip the knife from my left arm, flinging it at him as the shot goes off.

_____The next thing I am aware of is the inability to breathe, coupled with the gagging feeling of something down my throat. I try to sit up, to rip the tube from my throat but then my father's voice brings me to my senses.

"Jane stop it, damn it! You've been shot, you have an airway in, quit fighting! They are taking you to surgery."

I see him running alongside the gurney I am on and recognize the walls of a hospital speeding past as a nurse rushes up and does something with the tubing in my arm.

_____I struggle to open my eyes and look out through the haze. My mother is sleeping in a chair by the bed and my father is pacing back and forth across the tiny room. When I try to move, they both jump to my bedside immediately and then I notice a police officer standing on the other side of the bed and recognize Captain Henry, an old friend.

"Glad to see you awake buddy, we thought we were going to lose you once or twice there. I'll go now and let your parents visit. I just stopped by to check on you and to tell you the investigation is over and Jay.... You got them all, there will be no more break-ins at marinas from that crew."

My mother is fussing with my pillows, Dad is trying to get me to drink from a cup of water, the straw in it is trembling, and I can't understand why everyone is making such a fuss.

Just as Captain Henry is going out the door, I hear a tremendous racket. I'd know that screeching anywhere! A nurse comes flying down the hall.

"Officer, officer come quick it's her again, she's back and security can't handle her."

Everyone turns to stare as I speak for the first time. 

"No! Let her in. She's, she's mine!"

Thank you to my readers for your comments votes and feedback and thanks to TxRad for his much appreciated help.  



Dog Days of Summer



This story contains m/m, and m/f sex. If either of these types of activities offends you, please stop reading now.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. Please do not redistribute or reuse this story without the author's consent.

This is a continuation of a series of stories that includes "Under the Mistletoe," "And A Happy New Year," and "Spring Break."

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"Sure . . . Yeah, I'll talk to him." Vic wasn't sure which was worse: getting a cell phone or telling his parents what the number was. They had a tendency to call at the most awkward moments. Such as this one. Vic and the gang had gone up to watch the girl's volleyball team practice at the college stadium. Vic had a thing for nice asses in tight uniforms, and he had gotten hard. So had Jack, his bisexual lover. He and Jack had been as close as could be since that fateful Christmas Eve that their friendship had evolved into something far more physical. While Vic was the prototypical football quarterback, complete with a solidly muscular body, blonde hair and blue eyes, Vic was a beautiful Goth man. Long, silky black hair, a face that was almost pretty, and a perfectly smooth, muscular body adorned by one of the most beautiful dicks Vic had ever seen. 

At that moment, Jack's beautiful dick was firmly in his hand as Vic ploughed his ass with tremendous fervor. The two young men had both gotten so excited watching the practice that they needed to release steam and didn't want to wait. Since an unfortunately few number of people show up to the regular games and almost no one ever showed up to watch practice, the two of them had found an abandoned men's bathroom on the upper tier of the stadium. The door had barely close behind them when Jack had pulled his pants down and grabbed a double handful of counter. Vic had gone to an adult bookstore and found lubricant in small, one-shot twist-top-containers that he kept around for occasions just like this. Jack helped pull Vic's zipper down and fondled his friend's cock while Vic opened the lube and spread it generously on his own member. Jack turned back around and Vic wasted no more time in entering that cute little butt. It was shortly thereafter that his mother had called. Jack encouraged him to answer it, mostly because he loved the "naughtiness" of fucking their all-American son while he talked to them.

This particular phone call was about Vic's brother Wes, who had recently come to visit. Wes was now one of the only people outside of Vic's close circle of sexual partners that knew of Vic's tendencies. Wes, while slightly taken aback, had been cool about everything. He and Jack even got along, though Wes kept looking around to see if the dark-haired god was checking out his ass. Wes had apparently been busy in his own right. His brother was a good-looking guy, which everyone but Wes seemed to know. But recently, he had come out of his shell, having sexual encounters with two swimmers, a librarian (who was the wife of the university president) and a stripper. It was this last lady who Wes was apparently seeing on a regular basis now, and his parents were furious.

"You've got to talk some sense into him! She's no good for him! And she has a child! He isn't ready to be a father, much less to the spawn of a glorified hooker!" 

Vic sighed as he continued thrusting in and out of Jack's ass. They had no idea what Wes was capable of. They treated him like a backup son, only to be used in case their favored son broke down. Wait until they found out . . . Still, this wasn't the time, and he really wanted to get her off the phone. "Mom, I'll talk to him."

"Thanks darling! You're the only one he listens to anymore! I wish he could be more like you."

Vic tried really hard not to laugh. He hung up the phone, grabbed both of Jack's hips, and went to town.

"Your brother?" Jack grunted in obvious pleasure.

"Yep. They want me to talk to him and to be a good influence on him."

"Not a bad idea. Fuck me a little harder, please?" 

Vic was more than happy to oblige. He grabbed one of Jack's shoulders for additional leverage and went to town. Jack was always amazingly beautiful to him, even in the throes of anal intercourse. The way the fine details of his back muscles flexed under his skin and the way he smelled when he was sweating turned Vic on. And his tight buns had a death-lock on the intruder, clamping down on it and threatening to never let go. Vic was worried that a casual passerby might hear the slapping of balls-on-butt, but no one poked their heads in. That was good, because Vic felt the pressure building and wasn't inclined to stop. He pulled out and a stream of jizz erupted onto Jack's pale ass cheeks. Vic's body twitched a couple of times as his entire load squirted onto those glorious buns. After he was done, he leaned over and licked off the biggest gobs, savoring the combination of cum and sweat.

"Oh fuck!" groaned Jack. "Buddy, I'm . . ."

Vic quickly spun his friend around and engulfed the head of his dick in his mouth, just as the first salty wave spurted out. Vic loved this part. He had been practicing his oral skills with the help of their friend Dawn, and he had become quite proficient. He was able to swallow almost all of Jack's load, though a bit did trickle out of the corners of his mouth. Even after Jack's gun was empty, Vic sucked gently at it and fondled his heavy sack.

"Dude, you are incredible!"

"Thanks. I aim to please. Well, I guess we'd better get back to the others."

The 'others' consisted of their friends Dawn, Angela, and Randy. These three other members of his and Jack's sexual-support group. Dawn was a slight girl, but she made up for her size with an intense sexual appetite. She was a third generation Irish-American, complete with red hair, freckles, and one hell of a temper. She was a woman of few words, but what she had to say meant a lot to him. Besides Jack, she was the closest friend he could claim to have in the world.

Angela was an ebony goddess, dark of skin and full in figure. She had a figure with all the right curves in all the right places, and the pre-law student was as intelligent as she was beautiful.

Randy was the newest addition to the group. He was a black baseball player for the college team, and had a sculpted physique. He had been working as a delivery guy for a major company, which had been what brought him to the gang's doorstep, and his ten-inch dick had made him a very popular addition to the group.

It was Randy that had suggested pursuing a volleyball player named Kim, hence the group trip to the arena. Randy had met her before and said she was hot. And the group had agreed. She was a girl of oriental descent. She was well muscled and no semblance of body-fat beside her small but perky breasts. Randy said her face was smooth and she had mischievous eyes, but they couldn't tell from their seats.

After Vic and Jack rejoined the group, they were the recipients of playful jabs. Their little 'excursion' didn't fool anyone. Randy was discussing the plans for the evening. Apparently Kim (the volleyball player in question) made ends meet by working at a local strip joint. Randy knew the doorman, so he convinced them they could get inside even though they weren't all 21 years old. Vic wasn't as excited by it all. Something had been weighing on his mind for a few weeks, and he wasn't sure what to do about it.

He was a bit quiet for the rest of the day, even as they were all getting ready for a night on the town. Jack seemed to notice something was amiss, but Vic wasn't ready to talk about it. 

They got to the club, which was called simply 'Desire' and true to his word, Randy got them all inside. They set up residence in a back corner that wasn't particularly well lit. They watched as the girls paraded up on the three stages and as they mingled with the crowd looking for those who wanted lap-dances. Finally, someone spotted Kim. She had been called up onto stage and she started to move. The group was awestruck. A lot of the girls just went up and jiggled or moved around clumsily in an attempt to look erotic. Kim could dance! She had a sensual air about her as she maneuvered around the small platform. By the time she was done, she was getting the loudest applause of the night, and more than a few guys were hoping she would come their way when she was finished.

The gang talked amongst themselves for a while, but eventually Kim made and appearance. She gave Randy a friendly hug, and he introduced her to the rest of them. She was as pretty as Randy had claimed. She insisted on dancing for each of them, free of charge. She had already earned a good amount of money, so she wasn't too concerned. She started off with Dawn, who was actually blushing. Apparently, Kim was one of those girls who expected to be fondled during these things, and she actually placed Dawn's hands on that muscular little ass. She ground her crotch against Dawn's, and appeared to be breathing heavily into her ear. Dawn enjoyed the feeling, using her two handfuls of Kim's butt cheeks to draw the dancer closer. Kim's hand snaked between their two bodies. Vic saw Dawn's skirt move upward a bit and then her eyes opened in pleasant surprise. He could only imagine what was going on, but both girls were gyrating their hips hard against each other. Kim lightly bit Dawn's bottom lip as she started to gasp. Damn this girl was good! Vic could recognize Dawn's orgasm-face a mile away, and he was looking at it right then. And it had only taken Kim one song. As the beat died down, Kim slid down the other girl's body, pulling her skirt back into place at the same time. Very clever!

Angela was next, and she got very much the same treatment. Normally the client would pay a lot of attention to the dancer's boobs, but the situation seemed to have reversed itself. Kim planted kisses on Angela's skin and buried her face in the dark girl's cleavage. They ran hands over each other's bodies as Kim bumped and ground as if her life depended on it. Then the song ended, and Kim (reluctantly) moved on. She found herself on Jack's lap. Vic couldn't tell for sure, but Jack had kind of an unusual look on his face that he couldn't quite decipher. Kim seemed genuinely impressed by the stiffy in Jack's pants. She spent a lot of time sitting on his lap and crushing it between her muscular ass-cheeks. Then she was on to Randy, in more ways than one. The way the two of them interacted, Vic got the feeling this wasn't a new situation for the twosome. He saw Kim pulling Randy's zipper down and sliding her hand into his shorts. She had a devilish grin on her face as she jerked him off a few times then stood up to dance a few feet in front of him. As soon as her body was off of his, the other two girls sent their hands into the opening left behind, taking turns stroking Randy's mammoth meat. Vic realized it would be his turn to get a dance next. But when the song began to fade, he excused himself under the premise of going to the bathroom. But when he got out of sight, he told the lady at the front that he was stepping outside for some air, and he walked out the front door.

For about ten minutes, he sat on the trunk of his car while savoring the cool night air. He wasn't sure what was bothering him, but he knew he needed to get away from the noise. He heard the background noise increase for a moment, as someone went in or came out. Then he heard footsteps approaching from behind him, and then he heard a soft, familiar Irish accent.

"Either you have a really bad sense of direction," said Dawn, pulling up a seat beside him on the trunk of the car, "or you didn't need to use the bathroom after all."

"Actually I did. Be careful where you step."

"Cute. In a disgusting sort of way. So what's the matter? And don't say 'nothing' because I know you better."

"I can't . . . I can't figure it out precisely. I know I should be all excited. I mean, Kim is hot and quite apparently willing, but . . ."

"The bloom is off the rose."

"Hunh?" Vic was quite genuinely confused now. The problem with one of your best friends being a psychology major was that they tend to confuse you when they're trying to be helpful.

"What was it, about seven months ago you were hiding your feelings and your identity from everyone including yourself. Then you meet Jack and me and Jack and Angela and . . ."

". . . and Jack. I got that point."

Dawn grinned ear to ear. She was so cute when she was playing coy. "Well all of a sudden you don't have to hide anymore and you don't have to pretend. You were like a kid in a candy store. You could do what you wanted and you knew you would be accepted. But maybe the party lifestyle isn't for you."

"But it's been so much fun! And . . ."

"I know. I've been feeling it too. I was hiding from the world just as much as you were, and the sense of freedom when the four of us hooked up last Christmas was intoxicating. But think about . . . well, about taking a drug. You do it, you get high, and when you come down, everything else seems boring. That boredom is scary to some people. Things become problematic when you keep doing it just to escape the boredom. You have two options. Keep doing it, or face the possibility that being with just one person isn't going to be enough."

Vic wasn't even phased by the thought. "I don't mind that idea at all. I've never been adverse to the idea of the nice house, the nice job, the two cars and the white picket fence. But instead of Sally Whitebread sharing it, I'm seeing a gorgeous guy in black leather with a beautiful, big dick, and I picture waking up next to him and calling that normal."

"So, maybe you HAVE figured out what is wrong all on your own." 

He grinned at her. This is why they were friends. "What about you and Angela?"

She rolled her eyes skyward a bit with a look on contemplation on her adorable face. "We'll be friends, but I don't see her as being 'the one' for me. We've already talked about it. She's leaving for law school next year, I'll be staying here; probably trying to get into the grad school. We're both all right with it. We're going to enjoy each other while we can, though."

"I wish things were different. You know, that you two . . ."

"I don't. We got together, we were honest with each other. Can't ask for much more than that. But I see you and Jack together . . . Hell, you two have more in common by way of attitudes than even you could guess. I want something like that, and I don't mind waiting a bit for it." 

They sat in silence for a bit. Finally Dawn broke it with, "Oh, before I forget. Could I rent your spare bedroom? I really don't want to live in the dorms anymore, and I think I may have a job with the police as a dispatcher. I m . . . What are you laughing at."

Vic's head was buried in his hands. "I'm sorry," he gasped finally. "You might have a job where all you do is talk? It took us forever to get a complete sentence out of you!"

She was smiling as she punched him in the arm. Hard. 

"But," he continued, "I'm probably going to be giving up that apartment."

"Why?"

"It's a bit pricey. I'm paid up until the next semester starts, so I need to find a job of my own. I have a good feeling that the Parent Rent Fund is going to dry up when I tell them about Jack."

Her eyes widened. "And when is that going to be?"

"When I get home. They're always up late on Fridays because of some high-class social event."

"Damn. Does Jack know you're . . ."

"Nope. This is something I need to do for myself. Anyway, do you think you could get Randy to drive you guys home? I should go do this before I chicken out."

Dawn leaned in and kissed him. "You won't chicken out. You're stronger than that. But despite your tendencies toward monogamy," she said with a wicked grin while she hike up her skirt until it was at her hips, "how about one more thrill for the road?"

"Damn girl," he said warmly, "you are an insatiable little vixen!" He unzipped his pants and let them slide past his ass. Neither of them cared that they were in a public parking lot. It was dark and they were in a remote part of the lot. Vic pushed her still-soaking panties aside and slipped into her. There was no real need for foreplay or additional banter. And there was no rush. She clung to him closely, resting her head on his chest as he slid all eight inches into her over and over again. They would occasionally kiss, but this was just to take comfort in each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He stood up, and he became the only thing supporting her. He started fucking her a little more rapidly, cupping the pale skin of her ass to help support her. She was clenching down on him for all she was worth, and the pressure became too much very quickly.

"I'm cumming," he whispered into her ear.

"Stay inside me. This time." 

He did as she asked, letting his load loose inside her. Her pussy sucked at his expired member, draining it of all its contents. Finally, he eased her back onto the trunk of his car. They stayed locked until his cock had almost completely shrunk. He zipped up, and she pulled her skirt back down, and she walked with him to the driver's side of the vehicle.

"Oh, if you're interested, I'm going to go apartment hunting on Monday. If you wanna be roommates, it'd be cool if you went along."

"Works for me," she said dreamily. "Now go make your call. What should I tell the others?"

"Tell 'em I wasn't feeling up to it tonight and went home. That's pretty much the truth."

"See ya."

And with that, he was off. He got home, got undressed and went and lay on the bed. 'This is it,' he thought. 'After this, there is no going back. The whole homestead will have heard about it by the end of next week. Then, I'll have to tell the coach, which will probably get me kicked off the team.' Thinking these things didn't have the effect he had expected them to. It actually made him more comfortable with what he was going to do. He was going to be free at last. He dialed the number and the phone rang a few times. When his mother picked it up, she sounded a bit tipsy.

"Hey there! How's my boy? It's awful late out there isn't it? What's kept you late so up . . . I mean, what's kept you up so late?"

"Well . . ."

"Oh!" she interrupted. "Did you talk to your brother? Did you talk some sense into him? It's embarrassing the way he's carrying about with that . . . that jezebel of his. And he doesn't even have the sense of mind to be discrete, and . . ."

"Mom," he said a bit testily. He was pissed at how his folks were treating his brother. Wes was happy with his new girlfriend. Well, Vic was going to give them something else to think about. "You know how I told you I would make sure you wouldn't have to concern yourself with Wes anymore?"

"Yes, because you're the good one and . . ."

"Mom, I'm gay."

Silence. Technically, he was bisexual, but he didn't want them to think that there was a chance he was just curious and was suddenly going to go back to being straight."

"Vic," his mother stammered, "that isn't funny. I've had a bit to drink and . . ."

"I'm not joking. I've known for a long time, but I wasn't willing to do anything about it because I was afraid. I was afraid of what people might think and what you guys might do."

"Vic, think about what . . ."

"I have thought about it. I know this means you and dad will probably never speak to me again and that I'll probably lose my scholarship, but I'm actually happy. I've never been happy like this before."




Dog Days of Summer



"Vic," his mother said with obvious anger in her voice.

"No, you listen while I speak. I have a male lover. That's right, a male lover. His name is Jack. We've been together for about seven months now and . . ."

"Seven months! You've been . . . God, you've been . . . with him? And this has been going on and you didn't tell me? We could have gotten you help and . . ."

That was it. "Mother," he said through gritted teeth, "this isn't something you're 'cured' of. It isn't a disease. It's who I am. And even if they could 'cure' me, I wouldn't want them to!"

The stream of babble that came over the phone after that was incomprehensible drivel. She screamed at him for a bit, called his dad down, screamed at him, and then his dad got on the phone and gave him the "no son of mine could be a faggot" tirade, which evoked a scathing response from Vic. Suddenly, Vic heard the front door open and Jack walked into the room with a concerned look.

"Hey, are you okay? Dawn said . . . You know, you look awfully healthy for someone who said he was sick."

"Technically, I said that I wasn't 'up for it' tonight. Never said I was sick." His voice was surprisingly calm. Vic realized that tormenting his parents with the truth was actually kind of fun. He put the phone down on the nightstand while his father raved about some biblical thing or another. 

Jack was obviously confused. "Who is that?"

"My parents," Vic responded, picking up a book he had been reading, listening for a lull in the drone from the phone.

"Why can I hear them yelling from way over here?"

"Oh, they're pissed as hell."

Jack had a glint of suspicion in his eyes. "Okay, why are they pissed?"

"I told them I was gay."

Jack was headed towards the balcony to open the door and let some air in when he stopped dead in his tracks. "Did you . . .?"

"Tell them about you? Yep. That's what my dad was yelling about just a second ago." He picked up the phone, then put it down again. "Yep, he's still yelling about you."

Jack had an evil grin on his face all of a sudden. He went and picked up the phone. Vic wondered what he was up to.

"Yes?" he said. "Well I heard my name being yelled really loudly. I'm used to hearing your son scream out my name but . . . Oh, I'm Jack." Jack actually had to pull the phone away from his ear at that point. "Where did he learn that kind of language?" 

Vic just smiled and went back to reading his book.

"Well sir, I can't do that. I think it's anatomically impossible. But if Vic is willing to give it a try . . . No sir." Jack covered the phone and looked at Vic. "He's offering me money if I break it off with you." He turned back to the phone. "I'm sorry sir, but I'll have to pass. Un hunh. Do you kiss your wife with that mouth? How rude." With that, Jack hung up the phone and unplugged it from the wall.

"Good thinking," said Vic, who then remembered to turn his cell phone off. Jack sat down on the bed next to him.

"So, what was that all about?"

"I just figured it was about time." 

Jack took his shirt off and lay down next to Vic. Vic realized it was time for a more difficult conversation.

"Jack," he said with a worried look in his eye. Jack suddenly became very alert. He knew something was up. "The last seven months have been great . . ." Jack was looking very concerned. "but I don't think the group scene is necessarily the thing for me." Now Jack just looked confused. "I was thinking, maybe . . . if you're interested . . . possibly you and me becoming a little more exclusive." 

Jack just stared at him for a moment. Vic was as nervous as a high-school freshman asking a girl out on a date for the first time. Then Jack smiled and fell back on to the bed with a resounding 'flop.' "Thank goodness!" he almost shouted. "You had me worried for a second there."

"Worried?" 

"Yeah. I thought you were dumping me!"

"Dumping you?!? I just outed myself to my parents because of you! And . . ." He was cut off with a kiss from Jack.

"Calm down. Anyway, yes. I would be interested in making the sexual part of things more just you and me. It'll take some getting used to. I've never really 'dated' a guy before. It's always been flings and the very occasional one-night-stand. But you are my best friend." Jack then added with a smile, "And you suck cock like almost no one on earth. Except maybe Dawn, but she was the one teaching you!"

Vic felt the weight of the world lifted from his broad shoulders. If he was going into this unpleasant situation with his parents and being cut off from their resources for the first time, he wasn't doing it alone. 

"Oh, I was going looking for new apartments on Monday. Something tells me I won't be able to hold on to this one when the money dries up. Dawn's going with me. She needs to find a place to live. Interested in becoming official live-in-lovers?" 

"Shit," said Jack. "Next thing you know, we'll be pickin' out fuckin' curtains!"

"Nah, I figured I'd let Dawn do the decorating. If it were up to us, the furniture would be built out of pizza boxes." 

Jack rolled onto his stomach. "So, now what?" 

"Now, we celebrate our first official evening as being 'a couple.' I figured we could . . ." Vic sat up and then straddled Jack's back. Jack's long black hair cascaded over his well muscled shoulders. Vic reached over and turned off the lamp. The moon was full, so the room was well illuminated. Jack's pale skin looked almost ghost-white in it, and it contrasted drastically with the pitch-black leather pants. Vic started rubbing the other boy's shoulders, feeling every knot in his back. 

"You have talented hands."

"That's not all about me that's talented." Vic reached back and put a hand on Jack's leather-clad ass. He ran his fingers over it, pinched it, gripped it, and then pushed it downward. He pushed in a rhythmic fashion, making his lover essentially hump the mattress. 

"Damn. You need to get these pants off me, or something bad might happen."

"Hmm. Get you out of your pants, you say? When have I ever objected to that?" He flipped Jack back over and helped him unzip. As he peeled his friend's pants off, that gorgeous nine-inches of fuck-meat sprung forth. Vic straddled Jack's upper legs and put their hard cocks next to each other. He circled both his hands around them, stroking them like they were a single massive member.

"That feels good." Jack stroked Vic's muscular thighs. "Real good. That's new."

"I figured I'd have to do something new to keep you interested."

"New is good, but let's not completely abandon our old favorites."

"Like what?" Vic released his grip, leaned over and flicked Jack's nipples lightly with his tongue. He kissed his rock-hard abs. Then he slid down until the tip of Jack's cock was at his lips. "Like this?" He took the head in his mouth. On the next stroke, he took a fourth of it, then half and then three-fourths. 

"Do it," whispered Jack. "You know I like it when you swallow the whole sword!"

Vic teased him by going really slowly, but soon the entire shaft had disappeared. It still made him gag a bit and made his eyes water, but his lover's reaction made it all worth while. He palmed Jack's balls and stuck a finger in his ass, making his Greek god squirm. Vic had developed quite a passion for sucking Jack off, and he wanted to make that particular occasion extra special. He alternated between going halfway and all the way down. When he had gone all the way to the root, he slipped his tongue out the bottom of his mouth to caress those enormous balls. 

"Oh. Not yet," said Jack as he pulled Vic's head off his member. Vic had taken him to the edge, but he wasn't quite ready to go over. Instead, he rolled back over and stuck a pillow underneath his rigid member. This also had the effect of lifting his hips up for another of Jack's favorite activities. Vic smiled and grabbed the lubricant out of the dresser drawer. They went through this stuff like most people went through water. He smeared in on, pressed the head of his own dick into Jack's crack, and then pushed his way in. 

The two of them had done this so many times that the pain turned to pleasure quite quickly. Soon, Jack was moaning like a bitch in heat as his ass was split open by Vic's thrusts. Each pounding sent Jack's member deep into the pillow. There was a reason Vic insisted on satin sheets and pillowcases. Overall, the effect was out of this world. 

Vic practically mauled Jack's ass cheeks with his hands, keeping them spread wide for his invading member. He was sweating up a storm as well. With the moonlight glinting off the sweat of his back . . . Vic had never seen anything so erotic in his life. He grabbed Jack's shoulders and pulled him up to his knees while remaining inside him. His humping slowed a bit because of the new position, but he didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around Jack's chest, feeling his muscles. As he fucked him, he grabbed that big, glorious cock and jerked it off. 

"Don't polish me off yet, lover. I want to fuck you first."

Vic was happy to oblige that. He slowly pulled out, grabbed a handful of Jack's ass, and led him towards the balcony. The both walked out into the cool air, embraced in the glow of the moon. Vic parted his legs slightly and grabbed the rail with both hands. If someone happened to be looking up from the street or a nearby building, it wouldn't be hard to figure out what was going on. But Vic didn't care. He wasn't hiding anymore. 

"Are you sure about this?" asked Jack in his ear.

"Am I sure about this? For someone who talked about fucking me a second ago, I notice a profound lack of dick in my ass." He felt his sphincter stretch to accommodate Jack's monster meat. While the pain wasn't nearly as intense or as long in duration, the pressure exerted by a big, thick rod in his butt never ceased to amaze or arouse him. He knew Jack wouldn't last long, as he had been so close to orgasm so many times. So Jack was making up for lost time with increased velocity. The sound of balls slapping skin reverberated across the night skyline. Vic's grunting could probably be heard from anyone else who might be standing on a nearby balcony. Jack had grabbed Vic's shoulders to increase his leverage, sticking as much of his cock into Vic's tender asshole as he could. Sure enough, it only took a few minutes before Jack gave a gasp and Vic felt a torrent of jizz filling his ass.

"I'll never get tired of this," Jack said, nibbling on Vic's ear. "But," he said grabbing the rail next to Vic, "you have some unfinished business."

Vic gladly slipped back into Jack from behind one more time. 

"That's it. Fuck me quarterback." Jack was a bit louder in his vocalizations, so much so that Vic was sure he was going to get complaints from his neighbors. But what the hell. He was moving anyway. Vic was going for broke, slamming into Jack's backdoor like a sledgehammer. Vic pulled all the way out just as he began to cum. Soon, there was a generous coating of white stuff all over Jacks ass and lower back. It reflected the moonlight well. It was a sight Vic would remember fondly for a very long time.

Both of them sat down on the concrete floor of the balcony, panting and sweating heavily. Jack looked over at Vic.

"You know, I'm probably going to be difficult to live with. I hate doing housework."

Vic just smiled. "Shut up!" He leaned over and kissed him.

"Now that's no way to talk to me! I deserve . . ." Another kiss silenced him, and the two made their way back inside to bed.



Dog Daze



"Ariel, don't you dare pee on the bed!"

I smiled at my little joke. Ariel wouldn't do that, of course. Ariel was my adorable, prize-winning Yorkshire Terrier, and she was far too well behaved for that kind of behavior. I had brushed her coat until it shined, and now it was time for our walk. 

I attached the leash to her harness and we made our way towards the front door. We stopped briefly by the full-length mirror and made a final inspection. My black hair was cut to perfection and I looked exactly like the serious up-and-coming businesswoman that I was. I was already taking on more responsibility than the typical twenty-four year old, and I had made sure there were no MySpace or Facebook embarrassments hovering around. And certainly no boyfriend embarrassments, either.

I smiled at my reflection, then turned and walked out the door. With Ariel's neckerchief color-coordinated with my outfit, she made the perfect accessory.

Ariel and I made our way down the street until we arrived at Hymie Park. Dogs were permitted to roam free inside this fenced park- assuming they were non-aggressive, of course- so nearly every dog owner in Chrystal Heights' Northlake neighborhood passed through here at some point during the day. We were all at least passingly familiar with each other by sight, even if we didn't know each other's names. And that was inconvenient today, as I knew why the man who was approaching me now was doing so.

"Hello, Erin," he said.

"Hello," I said, after a moment's pause. 

"You don't even know my name, do you?" he said, chuckling. "You should, considering you're trying to get Squire banned from the park."

"I am not trying to get your dog banned," I said, my voice cold.

"Okay, you're trying to get the home association to ban every dog over forty pounds from the park," he said, "but you're doing that because of Squire, aren't you?"

I glanced at his dog, who was sniffing thoughtfully around Ariel. Squire's coat was stainless steel-silver with sharp black streaks length-wise along his body. It was a striking two-tone effect that identified Squire as a purebred Chrystal Shepard, a breed of dog native to Chrystal Heights. They were rare and highly-prized due to their unusually high intelligence, but traditionally only single men owned that breed of dog. 

"Your dog tried to attack Ariel," I said. "Ariel has the right to come to this park without the threat of assault."

The man laughed. "If Squire had attacked your little dog, you would have taken your dog home in separate pieces. Squire growled at Ariel, and that was only because your dog bit him on the leg, and even then it was only a playful growl."

"Oh, give me a break, Mister...ah...."

The man smiled. "Call me Jack."

I didn't return his smile. "Give me a break, Jack," I said. "Ariel probably bit him because he was trying to mount her. Everybody knows what a randy species those Chrystal Shepards are."

Jack looked displeased at my summation. I may have sounded judgmental, but Chrystal Shepards had a reputation for enhanced sexual instincts. In centuries past- when Chrystal Heights was simply a coastal fishing village- Chrystal Shepards had been used extensively as guard dogs. Men who were gone for a day or several days for hunting or business trips used to leave their wives and children with these shepards for protection while they were gone. However, according to urban legend, there were many reports of the shepards forcefully mounting any adult females in the households, sometimes even while the women were sleeping. Chrystal Shepards allegedly enjoyed mounting human females as much as they enjoyed mounting other dogs, and they were supposedly able to identify adult females by smell. Apparently women over eighteen smelled slightly different from minors, and Chrystal Shepards were able to instinctively recognize the difference.

Granted, I didn't take the stories all that seriously, but, still, Chrystal Shepards did seem to be truly horny dogs. And Mr. Jack could bet the farm I wasn't going to let his dog mount my little Ariel. I didn't care how purebred Squire was.

Jack's smile suddenly returned. He reached out unexpectedly and lightly stroked my hair. "Well, that's water under the bridge, Erin. In fact, since the motion about banning dogs over forty pounds from this park has been dropped, I'll even forgive and forget. All you have to do is put your gorgeous hair into pigtails for me and we'll call it even."

I blinked incredulously. Jack certainly had confidence, I would give him that. Of course, I was about to give him a lesson in arrogance he wouldn't forget. Jack didn't seem to realize he was dealing with a bitch-on-wheels, and I was more arrogant before breakfast than Jack could match all day.

"Well, Jack, you're wrong on both counts. Not that I'm surprised...inbreeding does catch up sooner or later, doesn't it? Not only am I going to get the home association to ban undesirable dogs like your mongrel from the park, I'm going to get them to ban Chrystal Shepards from the neighborhood altogether." I paused for effect, allowing my words to sink in, then continued. "And, furthermore, even if I wasn't busy keeping your ill-bred mutt from polluting the park, I wouldn't subject my hair to your pre-pubescent fantasies even if I was paid to do so. In short, you can go fuck yourself, Jack."

My final biting remark delivered, I turned to leave. I know how to make a dramatic exit. Jack's voice followed me as I left, however.

"You'll be back, Erin. You'll see. And you'll be begging me to fuck your ass when you do."

*****

I woke up the next morning in a foul mood. I hadn't cared for Jack's threat when I was leaving the park the day before, and I was going to address that later today when I met with the head administrators of the home association. Jack was going to learn not to mess with me.

I sat in bed for a minute, trying to clear the sleep from my brain. Something was off and I couldn't put my finger on it. Then, finally, it hit me.

My hair was all the way down to my waist.

I blinked and leaped out of bed. I reached behind me, and, sure enough, my hair was all the way down to the top of my ass. That was impossible, as my hair had been barely past my shoulders when I went to sleep the night before. Heart pounding, I raced to my bathroom and looked at my reflection. 

My hair now flowed down my back like a black silken waterfall, the ends hovering just above my ass. My heart was pounding, and I forced myself to calm down. I had to think things through. How the hell could this have happened? It had to be some kind of weird cellular thing or something. Or a freak shampoo accident. Everything else seemed normal, so it was apparently just my hair that was affected. 

I pulled the mass of hair together and wrestled it into a ponytail. The weight was unfamiliar, but not incapacitating. I was now thinking a little clearer, and I knew what I had to do. I had to go see Gustav, my hairdresser.

I got dressed and put the leash on Ariel. I locked the door behind me and we turned to make our way to the car, but Ariel and I stopped when we noticed a figure casually walking along the sidewalk. The figure was whistling a jaunty tune and holding the leash of a Shepard who was sniffing at an unoffending bush.

Jack.

I was hoping he'd continue walking, but he smiled broadly when he saw me.

"Good morning!" he said, his eyes running along the length of my ponytail. "Why, that's delightful hair you have this morning, Erin. Why, if someone were to give you perfect hair for pigtails, I'd say it would be about that length...wouldn't you agree?"

I suddenly felt breathless as the significance of Jack's words struck me. Pigtails. My hair. Suddenly it was clear. Somehow, some way, Jack had done this to me. Well, he wasn't going to get away with it.

The dam inside me burst. "If you think I'm going to cater to your twisted little fetish, you're insane, Jack," I said, my teeth clenched. "I'm going to get my hair fixed right now, without your help. And as soon as that's done, I'm going to get you and your stupid dog kicked out and arrested, and not necessarily in that order!"

Jack burst out laughing. "Really?" he said. His voice took on a solemn, mocking tone. "Mister Jack, you are charged with growing Miss Erin's hair. How do you plead?" He laughed again. "Be real, Erin. All I asked for were pigtails. Still, you're continuing to be very uncooperative. Have it your way, then. Have a nice trip to the hairdresser."

Jack casually strolled away and I glared at his back. I couldn't wait to take him down. First, however, my hair needed emergency service.

Gustav, my stylist, was cool as a cucumber despite my walking in with hair two feet longer in length than when I left the salon two weeks ago. "Oh, sweetie," he said, "with all the chemicals in things these days, who knows what happened? Don't worry, sweetie. We'll fix it for you, 'kay?"

I nodded, my faith in Gustav undeterred. Looking at the mirror in front of me, I saw him strike a dramatic pose as he sawed through my ponytail. I felt the weight of the hair dropping gradually as the long strands piled on the floor. "Don't worry, sweetie," he said. "This style will scream, 'I am a woman of power, hear me roar!' but without the whole butchy thing. No dreadful butchiness for you, sweetie!" His scissors and comb moved confidently over my head.

At last he finished, and I was pleased with the result. In fact, my hair looked better than it had before. It was feminine, but distinctly business-like. A perfect balance. I paid Gustav and added a generous tip, feeling better already. Gustav patted my hand. "Oh, you sweet thing, you look so fetch! Go get 'em! Rawr!"

I left the salon feeling like a million dollars, my dignity intact once again. Jack was certainly going to be disappointed, and I was entirely fine with that idea. Putting Jack into his place had definitely shifted to the top of my priority list, however. I couldn't give him a chance to stir up any more trouble. So I headed towards home so I could speak to Nancy, the president of the Home Association for Northlake.

Unfortunately, when I got to Nancy's home, the house was dark. She wasn't home. So my ultimate revenge was going to have to wait. Unsatisfied, I made my way home. I could wait a day or two to deal with Jack.

*****

I woke the following morning instantly registering that my long hair was back. All the way down to my ass again, no less. Teeth clenched, I threw off the covers and stomped my way to the bathroom. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and glanced in the mirror to confirm that my hair was indeed long again. But this time, it wasn't just long.

My hair had turned golden blonde.

My eyes widened as I gasped in surprise. A soft wave of pure golden blonde flowed over my shoulders and down my back, stopping once again right at my ass. Blonde hair! 

I stepped back from the mirror, heart pounding. I blinked in shock. How the hell did he do this? How the hell could anyone take me seriously when I looked like a bimbo beach bunny? What could I do?

Jack. Damn Jack and his stupid dog! Grrrrrr!

I raced to Gustav's salon. I walked straight in, ignoring the fact that he was with a customer, and that was a mistake, as Gustav saw me and nearly shaved a stripe in the woman's hair that he was working on. Scandalized, he fanned himself for a moment, then bustled me into the next chair and told me to wait while he finished with the now stewing woman. Fifteen minutes later he had cleared his schedule for the day and he went to work on my hair.

Platoons of color shades were mixed into my hair, and chemicals flowed generously. The smell of various concoctions hovered everywhere, and nobody dared light a cigarette for fear of blowing up the salon. Scissors and razors slid around my head, and hair flew freely through the air. My scalp burned and tears from the fumes wet my cheeks, and Gustav worked like a warrior through it all.

Hours later, we had to admit defeat. The colors refused to cling to my blonde, and my hair was growing back even as Gustav cut it. In a moment of desperation, Gustav had even shaved my head bald, but the smoothness had lasted mere minutes before blonde stubble appeared. Gustav was aghast and I was pissed, but it was obvious there was nothing a mere hairdresser could do against whatever Jack had done to me. Which meant there was only one thing to do.

Teeth clenched, I grated out, "Put my hair in fucking pigtails."

Gustav patted my hand mournfully. "Don't worry, sweetie," he said. "Pigtails can be so chic." His hands stroked my shoulders in sympathy, however.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr!

*****

I fumed as I left the salon and made my way towards the dog park. Because of the length of my hair, Gustav had tied the twin pigtails off on the top of my head. That kept me from sitting on my hair while I was driving, but it gave me an embarrassingly bubbly sex kitten appearance. I was so going to kill Jack the first chance I got.

I stomped my way to the park with Ariel in tow, and, sure enough, Jack was waiting there. He took one look at my hair and offered a broad smile. 

"Well, now, look at you!" he said. "Don't you look adorable!"

"Screw you," I said, pigtails bobbing. "You got what you wanted, alright? Pigtails. So fix my hair already."

Jack chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, I don't think so, Erin. You did not put your hair in pigtails when you were supposed to, so I'm not feeling inclined to fix your hair. However, because you look so cute right now, all you have to do to earn my good will once again is flash me your bare boobs for...hmmmm...let's say sixty seconds. That should suffice, don't you think?"

A wave of indignant anger swept over me. "What?!?" I screamed. "You're out of your mind! I am not showing a pervert like you my tits under any circumstances! I'm not!"

Jack simply shrugged. "Suit yourself, Erin. You still don't get it, do you? Ah, well." Then he turned and walked away.

I walked Sofia home. I looked in the mirror as soon as I entered, but there was no change in my hair. I was beginning to regret my outburst, as it only served to make Jack mad. Not that he could do any worse to my hair- alright, he could do worse, but I didn't think he would, since he obviously liked the blonde pigtails- but I couldn't get rid of this embarrassing hair style until Jack gave his...permission. Grrrrrr!

*****

I woke up the next morning, and I knew immediately that something was different. I sat up, then gasped as I surged forward from unfamiliar weight on my chest. My head jerked down, and I realized that two huge bubbles inside my tee-shirt were jiggling and still hadn't settled down from my abrupt sitting up movement.

Eyes wide, my hands flew to my boobs. I sputtered as I realized I was cupping melons that were easily three cup sizes larger than I had gone to sleep with. This wasn't happening. I did not have these ridiculously swelled tits! I didn't!

I realized I was getting a little wild-eyed, and I forced myself to calm down. I got to my feet and stood up, and it took my boobs several heartbeats to settle into place. I took a breath and walked to the bathroom.

I stood in front of the mirror and slid my tee-shirt over my head. Now naked except for my panties, I looked in the mirror. It was as bad as I feared.

Two huge globes sat high and firm on my chest. Porno tits. There was no way I could go out in public without attracting attention. I had no clue what bra size I would require now, but it had to be at least a double D, probably an E. They were lush and firm and just demanding to be touched. They felt embarrassingly hot and obscene. Guys were going to talk into my cleavage now instead of listening to a fucking word I said.

I had no idea what to do. Hell, I couldn't even get dressed. I didn't have a bra anywhere near the right size. I jiggled over to my dresser and pulled out a tank top. I slipped the tank top on and pulled it down over my swelled bosom. It was a tight fit and created cleavage that would likely cause car accidents, but at least I wouldn't be bouncing all over the place...just jiggling.

I looked through my closet, and I finally settled on a heavy sweatshirt that looked voluminous enough to fit my swelled mammaries. I slipped the baggy top over my head and pulled it down to my waist. It settled into place easily, but something wasn't right. My nipples had hardened. That in itself wasn't unduly troubling, but my eyes widened as the sensitivity in my nipples suddenly expanded what seemed to be a hundred fold. I gasped, my knees weakening from the intense sensations, and then it felt like millions of ants were walking across my nipples and sensitive boobs. I jumped and slapped at the front of the sweatshirt, but that had no effect on the sensations. In desperation, I ripped the sweatshirt off, and, like a switch had been thrown, the sensations suddenly disappeared.

I dropped to my knees, my boobs jiggling for several seconds before settling into place. I dully realized the significance of what had just happened. I had to go out looking like a dumb busty beach bunny. I wasn't going to be allowed to cover my boobs in any significant way. The whole neighborhood was going to get to see me jiggling along with pigtails and huge boobs. And my colleagues would too, unless I got Jack to stop this and fix me. 

I clenched my teeth as that sunk in. I was going to have to admit defeat to Jack, dammit. And worse, I was going to have to flash him with these silly bimbo boobs. Grrrrrrrr!

*****

I waited until sundown before attaching Ariel's leash to her collar. If I was going to expose my boobs to the world, I wanted to at least make sure it was dark outside when I did so.

I checked the mirror before we left for the park. My hair was divided into golden pigtails dangling all the way down my back. My monstrous boobs were pressed together and bulging out the top of an overwhelmed tank top. I looked like a sex kitten fetish model, but there wasn't anything I could do about that. I would just go there, show him my boobs for one minute, and then forget this whole situation.

Ariel and I made our way to Hymie Park. Sure enough, Jack was waiting there, looking relaxed. Squire was running loose in the park. He looked up at our arrival and gave a lazy smile.

"Well, look who's here," he said. His gaze dropped to my chest. "Nice rack," he added. Then the bastard smirked. Grrrrrrrr.

I glanced around...there was nobody near by. It was time to get this over with. I reached down and grabbed the bottom hem of my tank top. I took a breath, then pulled my top up over my rounded boobs.

My nipples hardened from the cool night air. My cheeks were bright red, but I continued holding my top up, keeping my breasts exposed. Jack, however, appeared bored, and after thirty seconds, he waved his hand at me.

"You can stop," he said. "You're too late. You were supposed to do it when I told you to last night. Doing it now is a waste of your time and mine."

My eyes widened. "What?!?" I shrieked. "You can't do that! I flashed you my bare tits! I just flashed the whole world my tits! Just like you told me to!"

Jack's eyes hardened. "No, you didn't," he said. "I told you to do it last night, not when it was convenient for you. The only way out of it for you now is to take off your top, drop to your knees and give me a topless blowjob, right here in the park, right now. And I mean a complete blowjob, not a couple of licks and kisses."

I took a step backwards. "You're crazy," I said, "if you think my lips will ever touch your cock. Go fuck yourself, okay? Or better yet, go fuck Squire."

Jack shrugged, seemingly unperturbed. "Have it your way, then," he said. "By the way, I suggest red."

I turned around and walked away. My pigtails swayed back and forth across my shoulders as I hurried away from the horrid man. I had no idea what his parting comment meant, but I wasn't going to stick around to find out. I firmly pulled the resisting Ariel with me. She whined but eventually fell into step with me.




Dog Daze



I decided not to go home quite yet. Instead, I decided to go by Nancy's house. Jack had said something about the motion being dropped, but I had been too distracted to follow up on that. What had Jack meant exactly?

Ariel and I made our way down Nancy's street, and I could see that there were lights on inside her house. She was the president of our home association, and the well-manicured lawn and hedges of her property reflected that position. Once we reached her sidewalk, however, I hesitated. The thought of the conservative Nancy seeing me like this made me tense up. I stood in indecision, pondering, not sure what to do. Then Ariel peed on Nancy's grass. 

I gasped, embarrassed. I quickly made my way up the steps and stopped in front of the door. I was preparing to knock when I realized I could see through the glass plate that was set in the front door. And my knock died before it ever materialized when I realized what was going on inside Nancy's house.

A bubble-chested redhead was kneeling on the floor on all fours, her ass high in the air. A man was kneeling behind her, holding her hips firmly as he stroked his hard cock into her again and again. The slap of flesh could be heard even through the door. The redhead wasn't making any noise, however, because her mouth was full of another man's cock. Her head was bobbing back and forth as her mouth slid up and down that hard shaft. Two other naked men sat nearby, watching the action bemusedly. They were smoking cigarettes and chatting, and it was obvious that they had already been satisfied shortly beforehand.

My eyes were huge as I struggled with shock at what I was seeing. Nancy was the most conservative member of the home association board, and I had trouble believing she would allow this type of behavior in her home. A moan inside caught my attention, and I stared through the front door glass once more to see if I could identify the redhead. Then my heart started pounding and I felt breathless as several things suddenly clarified themselves.

The redhead's hair was in pigtails. And Nancy was the redhead. Jack had gotten to her.

*****

I arrived home and I closed the door with relief. It had felt like every person in the neighborhood was watching me walk home, and it was a relief to be back inside.

I had learned something on the way home. If I undid my pigtails, my scalp itched horribly. The sensation had become so overwhelming that I had been unable to even concentrate on walking. I re-arranged the pigtails again, and the itching stopped like a switch had been thrown. Apparently my hair had to stay in pigtails.

Unfortunately, I had to take a shower and I had to wash my hair. When I did so, however, my scalp didn't itch in the least. After a little experimentation, I finally figured out that I didn't have to have pigtails as long as I was naked. Which meant if I wanted to get any sleep, I would have to sleep naked from now on.

Grrrrrrrrrrr!

*****

When I woke the following morning, my lips were wrapped firmly around my thumb. Apparently I had started sucking my thumb while I was sleeping, something I hadn't done since I was six years old. 

I was trying to figure out what the thumb-sucking was about when I realized something was different. I was still trying to wake up, so I decided to just look in the mirror rather than try to figure it out. I threw off the covers and walked my naked self to the bathroom. One look in the mirror told me exactly what the change was.

My lips had swelled into huge plump pillows. 

My eyes widened as I stared in disbelief. My mouth looked ridiculously soft and inviting. It was not a mouth meant for talking. I had embarrassingly lush cock-sucking lips. I wanted to kill that fucking Jack!

This couldn't go on. I was being turned into a sex kitten bimbo bunny bit-by-bit, and if I didn't put a stop to it soon, there'd be nothing left for Jack to change. Nobody could possibly take me seriously looking like this!

I arranged my hair into pigtails, then began to get dressed. As expected, my scalp was fine, since I had the foresight to do my hair first. What I didn't expect, however, was the sudden overwhelming need to have something in my mouth.

I gasped at my sudden need. Then my heart began to race as my lips became incredibly sensitive. I licked my lips, realizing my mistake too late as my entire body shuddered in a heated sexual response. I tried to leave my lips alone then, but the need to suck was overwhelming. There was nothing around, however, and, in a panic, I slid my thumb into my mouth.

The sensation of my thumb sliding between my lush lips caused my belly muscles to twitch and jump in heated need, and I felt my knees go weak. I slumped against the bathroom counter, boobs swaying. I was trying to think my way through this, but it was getting hard to focus. I shuddered, and then it was too late as I began to orgasm helplessly. I tried to control my reaction, but the heated pleasure was too much. I wriggled and writhed and finally squealed around my thumb.

When my mind-blowing orgasm finished, I realized I was on the floor, but at least I was thinking a little more clearly. The need to suck was still in place, however, and my lips were still highly sensitive. I was in trouble.

Then I had a moment of sudden clarity and scrambled to my feet. I quickly stripped off the clothing I had put on, and the urges and sensations disappeared as if a switch had been thrown. I had guessed correctly. I was fine as long as I was naked. 

So how the hell was I supposed to get dressed and leave the house? Grrrrrrrrr!

Then I remembered that Jack had said something to the effect of, "I suggest red." Red. Red what? Red clothes? Hmmmmm.

I went to my dresser and dug through my drawer until I found some red panties. I slipped them on and, almost instantly, the need to suck was back. I quickly slipped the panties off. Obviously, it wasn't red clothes.

Nails, perhaps? I didn't have many loud colors, but I was sure I had a slut red in my vanity somewhere. After a minute's search, I found a bottle of candy apple red, and I sat down and did my fingers and toes like a silly little teeny-bopper.

I let the polish dry. I shuddered at my reflection, but if it worked, I wouldn't complain. The moment I put on my robe, however, the need to suck returned. I quickly disrobed.

I was about to give up when I suddenly slapped myself in the forehead. I was an idiot. I had woken up with great big swelled lips. Red lipstick. Duh.

I went through my vanity once more, and found a tube of slut red lipstick. A friend had left it here some time ago, thank goodness. I had never worn this shade in my life.

I applied the lipstick to my plush, pouting pillows, trying not to shudder at how slutty I looked with thick, red cock-sucking lips. Then I began getting dressed. This time, although the need to suck and the enhanced sensitivity returned, they weren't nearly as overwhelming. Simply eating would arouse me beyond measure, and I was going to have an embarrassing tendency to put things in my mouth, but at least I could go outside again. And this was good, because I needed to find Jack and just give in. 

*****

I waited until it was sundown. Then I put Ariel's leash on her and we made our way to the park. Sure enough, Jack was there with that infuriatingly smug grin.

I tried not to look anxious. A day of needing to suck and the arousal that went with it had turned me into a wet mess. I unhooked Ariel so she could run free, then turned to Jack.

"You win, okay? Honest." I said. I clapped a hand to my mouth. I hadn't realized how much my swelled lips had affected my speech. I was speaking with a thick lisp. 

Jack shrugged. "Yeah, I know. So?"

I sighed. This wasn't going to be easy, but there was no way around it. Hoping nobody would be out right now, I pulled my tank top up and off my body, leaving myself topless. I walked over to Jack and dropped to my knees in front of him, my boobs jiggling for several seconds before settling into place. Then I reached out and unzipped his pants. Then, with a final glance around, I drew out his cock and wrapped my plush lips around it.

He hardened inside my mouth, and I moaned as the sensations from my lips were already turning me into a heated mess. I began sliding my mouth up and down his hard shaft and I shuddered as I realized that giving a blowjob was feeling embarrassingly natural. He had to cum quickly. He had to, or I was going to cum, and I wasn't sure I could ever show my face again if it got out that I had gotten an orgasm from servicing a man on my knees, particularly if I had that orgasm before he did.

Incredibly, I was able to slide my mouth all the way down his cock, and soon my lips were wrapped tightly around the base of his cock as my tongue worked the underside of his shaft. I was developing technique on the spot, it seemed, and if felt like he was close to cumming.

Then it happened. I heard Jack's voice boom out.

"Oh, good evening, Nancy! How are you and your friends doing this fine evening? Everybody is out walking their dogs, I see."

"We're fine, Jack, just fine!" said Nancy. The respect in her voice was obvious. It was plain that Nancy and everybody with her knew what Jack was about.

My eyes were huge and I tried to slide my mouth off Jack's cock, but suddenly Jack's hands were gripping my pigtails, and I was stuck in place, topless with a mouth absolutely full of cock, all in front of my neighbors. Then, horribly, he began to stroke his cock back-and-forth inside my mouth while he talked to Nancy and the others.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "A fine night, isn't it?"

"Yes, a lovely night," said one of my neighbors.

My cheeks were burning. I inadvertently slurped several times. I had cupped Jack's balls in a futile effort to control his stokes, and I realized they were swelling as he got ready to unload. I squealed in indignity as I realized his intentions, but it was too late. In front of Nancy and my neighbors, he began to fill my mouth with cum.

Cheeks puffed out, I swallowed the flood desperately. I could feel my belly filling as I raced to swallow his seed faster than he could fill my mouth. I couldn't let them see semen dripping down my chin. I couldn't.

Unfortunately, that's when my orgasm started.

The cock in my mouth muffled my squeals, but there was doubt as to what was happening. My body was shuddering and bucking, and my bare boobs were jiggling and bouncing everywhere. Jack continued pumping my mouth for all that he was worth until the last of his seed drained into my mouth. Then he waited as I wriggled and writhed helplessly.

My orgasm, which seemed to last forever, finally passed, and Jack slid his cock from my mouth. A hand on my full belly, my cheeks burned as I saw several of my neighbors grouped behind Nancy. A dog-walking party, apparently.

I wiped my mouth self-consciously, then realized my mistake too late. A sudden overwhelming need to suck swept over me. I had wiped off what little lipstick remained on my lips following the blowjob. 

I scrambled to pull out my lipstick and quickly applied a coat. I could hear chuckles from the group, and I realized I was still topless and I had just applied lipstick in front of a group while ignoring my topless state. I really needed to find a hole to bury myself in. I looked around for my tank top.

"Thanks," said Jack. "What was that for?"

I picked up my tank top, then froze as I realized the significance of his words. "What?!? But...but you said a topless blowjob right here in the park...!"

He shook his head. "I said a topless blowjob in the park right then. Not the next night, which is tonight. Did you think it was negotiable?"

I clutched the tank top to the boobs it seemed I was destined to keep forever. "But...but...I can't stay like this! Everything happens unless I'm naked! I'll have to be a stripper! I can't stay like this!"

Jack shrugged. "It's a living. Still, I don't know what you're complaining about. I had told you on the first day what you had to do."

My eyes widened. "What? Here? You want to fuck me up the ass right here? Now?"

He smiled then, but his eyes were cold. "No," he said. "You were supposed to beg for it."

My jaw dropped. "In front of everybody? I can't!"

Jack laughed. "Damn, Erin. You're something, you know that? And you really still don't get it. Ah, well. You win. I can't get what I want, so you win."

I blinked. Long blonde pigtails dangling down my back, embarrassingly big boobs, thick blowjob lips, belly full of cum...was it really about to end? "You mean you'll change me back?" I said.

Jack shook his head. "Nope," he said. Then he gave a piercing whistle.

I stood confused for a moment. Then I felt the pressure of two heavy paws on my shoulders, and the unexpected weight drove me to my knees. I fell forward onto all fours. There was a quick movement behind me, and suddenly I felt Squire's strong paws clutching my midsection as his hips aligned themselves directly behind me.

My eyes widened and I squealed at the top of my voice, "Omigod! Jack, take my ass! Please, please, Jack, do my ass! Right now, please fuck my ass, Jack! Jack! I need you to stick your cock in my ass! Fill my ass with cum! Fuck this slut's ass! Please, Jack...!"

THE END